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Ask Game AU: Where Nao grow suspicious of her husbands "friend" and his constant need to involve himself in their lives so she does her own investigation of the man.
1- Nao was glad, at first, that Kotaro was befriending people at work. He's always been slow to trust. With this friend, though, he wasn't. Kotaro ended up working later, and when he wasn't, going out to dinner or drinks with his coworker. Nao didn't want to bring anything up, didn't want to discourage him, and it wasn't like she had been abandoned to watch Hana all day by herself- her parents were there, and Kotaro wasn't out every single night. Just a lot of them.
2- Still, she doesn't say anything, until one night, Kotaro is back and in bed next to her, only a bit of wine left on his lips, when he brings up trying for a second child. She stares at him, and he withdraws, but she tells him it wasn't a bad thing- just, she had no idea he was thinking about it. They were both only children, and Kotaro had spent some years in a home with many other kids and didn't speak fondly of the experience. Kotaro tells her his friend brought it up, is all, and Nao nods, but is more worried.
3- Kotaro's office is hardly difficult to find things in. She discovers that he was the one to hire his friend, which she notes is weird, because he never mentions that detail. The address on record for him doesn't seem to be a place someone lives. The numbers on his bank account are... fine. But she doesn't find any trace of him online. She asks a few questions to Kotaro here and there, what his friends qualifications were, where he went to school. He's not even found there, on any list of graduates or alum forums. It's odd. but maybe he is just very private.
4- Hana brings up having a little sibling. Nao asks her if her father said anything, and she says no, they had a substitute teacher that day who'd told some stories and said he used to have a little brother. When Kotaro comes home late from work, he's unaware of what his daughter said when Nao asks if he's been thinking about it still. He says he has, and she says she still doesn't know. Two kids after all is a lot of work. and he's not home very often anymore.
5- Nao looks at the package of pills, the last row of seven, and opens her next box instead. She's done it before, once, for a vacation to the beach. She'd spotted a little then, but this time its more. Her birth control's been tampered with. Kotaro couldn't have done it, she'd just gotten the new box the day before she'd opened it and what'd he know anyway about it? What had that pharmacist looked like? Perhaps it was a defect, something she should notify the manufacturer about. She resolves to do so. Kotaro doesn't eat dinner with them that night, and when she asks how it went, he tells her that his friend told him such a funny story about his little brother, listen, he'll tell her and she'll laugh. She asks about the brother, Kotaro goes quiet and says his friend talked about him in the past tense. He's got enough dead family of his own to not press more than that. But really, the story was funny. Nao thinks about Hana's substitute- but clearly, Kotaro's friend was at work that day, must be another coincidence. In a line of many bad ones. Kotaro asks her if she'd like a second child. Nao thinks she might have, before all this. Now, she isn't sure what she'd like. Instead, she tells him that he barely sees Hana. is he really sure that he wants another kid? Kotaro goes quiet again, realizes she's right. He offers to take the next day off. Nao tells him she just wants him home on time for dinner.
+1- Kotaro agrees, and the next day Nao's parents watch Hana for an hour while she meets with her friend Shirota Akiho at the park. Akiho gives Nao a hug, and an unopened box of birth control. She tells her that her sister Beru's bridal shower is in a few weeks, and she can give her another box then. She agrees everything sounds weird- but Kotaro probably isn't to blame. Nao goes home. Kotaro on time for dinner that day. But he realizes when he reacts to Hana telling him she is playing heroes before bed (and Nao and Hana react to his reaction) that maybe he should spend more time at home before welcoming someone else into it.
#the pharmaceutical company like. tests her packages and is like 'hm yeah must have been an error in manufacturing with that sorry would you#like to settle this out of court' and then they can take another lovely little vacay#and maybe Tenko still comes around just... later#....... maybe two years later. sort of third year age while izuku's a freshman. maybe-#ok post is long enough and im sure afo is going to be plotting more anyway when he realizes his plan backfired#and nao isn't suddenly getting pregnant planned or unplanned and also kotaro is slowly warming up to the idea of his daughter having#fancies of being a hero. she's so young after all its no harm. they can talk more seriously when she's older. he wants to protect that#innocence longer than his own was protected#maybe afo can be fuming about kotaro not dropping everything to go on a date with him that he goes to kill some people to work out his ange#and that leads All Might right to him years early or something#that'd be nice ig#pocket talks to people#anon#ask game#hm. not sure what the warning for garaki tampering with nao's meds should be but if you know let me know#ask to tag
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Am I the only one that finds it weird that the shoto - dabi fight is the one that has the least child visuals between them toga-uraraka and deku-shigaraki.
I think it weird bc unlike the other two dabi and shoto have a lot of similarities between their childhoods and their anger towards their father so child visuals would have been imapctfull bc it isn't just about saving the other but it's about the fact that shoto understand dabi.
We only got one visual of them as kids but it didn't hit hard bc that wasn't how they were feeling (at least on the outside) at that point the fight was between dabi the villain and shoto the hero
Neither was looking at the other in a sentimental way (at that point)
I disagree that it didn't hit. It's true that it wasn't sentimental, but Touya is different from Toga and Tenko. His child "origin self" is a grumpy 13-year old.
I think in the fight between Dabi and Shoto, the question was whether there was even a "Toya" anymore to dig out or did that boy die on Sekoto peak. Dabi says that Toya "died" when he went home and found no change - which means that this boy who kept believing that his family would look at him if he kept trying lost hope at that point and was living for revenge.
Shoto showing up, making a move for him, forcing him to look his way achieved in the end that we finally saw Toya's inner self come through, we saw that he's still very much just a crying boy desperate to be still seen.
I think that the child selves we see here manifest actually what they are doing in the real world perfectly. Toya is still desperate to prove himself. Shoto is a child fighting for his family. The image is tragic and in the next chapter you see the devastation on Shoto's face - how hard this was for him. And I think it is left on this note because next we go to Endeavor, the man who didn't show up for Toya and who is not there while his sons are engaged in a death battle. So I think this is the mood that this image aims at, and it's not cute or sentimental, but I think it hits really hard. At least for me, it does.
And yeah, maybe it would be easier if we saw them do some kind of cute play-fight or whatever, but because saving Toya is the job of the entire family, we don't get this image until they all show up for him (primarily his father who wronged him). And because Toya is the "family villain", not only Shoto's villain, this child-image gets spread around. Toya sees his child self surrounded by his family and then he also sees Shoto as a child.
I think that means something, and I hope Hori will follow this up later - and it will lead to more connection between Shoto and Toya.
It's harder for them than any of the other "pairs", because while Toga and Tomura sought out Ochako and Izuku and they both just someone / anyone to show up and accept them, that's not what Touya needs.
His inner child is older, and not only he never wanted Shouto, he represents to Touya "Endeavor's masterpiece", the replacement, the reason he was thrown away. Shouto is probably the last person Touya wants. It's not as simple as them bonding over hating their dad. Shouto does validate Touya's anger (but not his methods) and he's trying to find common points between them. But bonding over rage would be counterintuitive to what the narrative tells us about negative emotions. Shouto has been ruled for long by his rage too and took him a lot of work to change. I think that Touya needed to be confronted with Shouto's change - and feel that literally on himself when he copied Phosphor. Phosphor is Shouto's self-expression, his healing, his heart - and Touya being able to copy that I think means that there is still hope for him.
So considering how Shouto had nothing Touya wanted, the fact that he was able to dig out Touya's child self from under Dabi's rage and then make him see Shoto not as a puppet, but as a real crying child / brother as well is hard-earned connection between them.
Not as cute maybe as the others, but to me it really means the world. I think just because the no-jutsu is not easy in their case doesn't mean that what happened is less important.
I still have hope that Shouto will get his narrative reward too in a more direct depiction of connection. If Hori thought Toya was irredeemable, and was planning to make him die full of hate, I don't think he would have drawn Touya as a child at all.
#c1a asks#todoroki shouto#dabi#todoroki touya#dabi vs shouto#i don't know#this fight is so beautiful and haunting to me#there are a lot of very difficult emotions in play
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Out of curiosity: how you would make the whole "lets save Shig" thing? Bc I do like the idea but god the execution is soo bad. Shig never show any remourse to Izu or heroes, gladly participated in a war (I do say he was just a figurehead as Redestro was the main leader of all this. The villains rally on his name) and still talks about destruction...
Izu is just saving (or trying as hori needs to make this mega hard for some reason) bc of bodyhijack (and the wierd thing "I cant ignore the baby tenko and munchan") out of nowhere.
But lets assume this was foreshadow. Lets assume the goal since day 1 was "Izu sees shig is a good person and wants to be saved"
"Ah so shig needs to be the perfect victim?" No. I dont like fics where Shig is a poor baby who needs cuddle, but there a huge difference in making Shig fight back against those who want to hurt or take him away and...Whatever the fuck Hori did.
So, I ask: if you could write "Izu saves Shig" how would go?
Well, the obvious problem is Izuku needs a connection, a real connection, with Shigaraki. The problem with that problem is to do that, to make heroic Izuku want to save a villainous mass-murderer... that's. That's going to need a lot of work.
To be blunt, the fundamental structure of the pre-War story arc would need to be thrown out, because while it develops both of them as characters (if not as much on Shigaraki as I'd like), it does that separately, and they need to spend a lot more time with literally any interaction at all, to start.
The best way to do it, I think, would to be to have Shigaraki played off against Izuku... like, a lot. Have AFO send him against 1A to, I don't know, claim a win? I know the League, in general, ends up against them, but Shigaraki generally isn't a part of it, which doesn't work for this. Have some confrontations where they fight but actually can't get too far into it, for whatever reason, maybe an arc where one or both of them are imprisoned somewhere, giving them time to talk without two absurdly lethal Quirks constantly going off, and them actually fighting enough before Shigarkai's body gets upgraded to make that connection, without someone dying, is far too unlikely to work as a story.
The more I think about it, the more I like the idea of Shigaraki getting captured (or, maybe is purposefully captured, in an AFO plan he may or may not be in on, to help develop him more) and then have an arc or two focused around that. Think about it: all the heroes trying to figure out who he is and what he knows (and AFO had all his information removed from the various records, so they can't figure it out), increasing pressure from the Hero Commision to Do Something, which would develop them more, and then at the core of it all, them trying to make Shigaraki talk, but they really can't; he doesn't want to talk to them. Hell, maybe even throw in a few semi-serious torture attempts from the HC end, only for him to laugh it off.
At the end of the day, he'll only actually talk to two people: All Might (to help drop some cryptic hints for later in the arc, and also for him to vent his frustrations; probably something something 'you didn't save me', he has a lot of All Might-based rage after all) and Izuku. Izuku who he connected with on a small level in the mall. Izuku with OFA. Izuku the hero in training who has defied him and lived.
So, as the plot continues on, and the pressure ratchets up, Izuku and Shigaraki are slowly starting to get a handle on each other, their personalities, likes; similarities are starting to be seen, some deliberate parallels are invoked by various people, to them and to others, about the two of them both being successors. Climax starts, HC says, 'Kill him'... and then it comes out.
The backstory. Who Shigaraki is, who he's related to, what happened to his family, all of the stuff from the War Arc, but not as a flashback, but as a conversation, with Shigaraki triumphantly presenting his horror of a life as proof of AFO's, and to some lesser extent (because it's still developing) his own philosophies, while Izuku stares on in horror, and somewhere else, Gran or All Might or someone else finds out the same information, at the same time.
Izuku agrees with part of what he's saying (society needs to change), but rejects the rest, and counters with a point of his own, and then just as the heroes roll up to interrogate/kill him (depending on who sent them), Kurogiri does his thing and whisks him away, either as some too perfect timing, or perhaps more likely, he's been on standby to save Shigaraki if anything was to go wrong the entire time, or maybe he showed up earlier, and he's been waiting for Izuku to leave, but the new people forced the issue for him (depending on the reason Shigaraki is there, of course).
They go their separate ways, both of them brooding over what happened, and as the heroes and as Izuku try to grapple with the revelations, then the War Arc happens, only this time, there's less, 'here's my trauma story' and more communication, Shigaraki challenging Izuku to prove his ideals, maybe, to help explain why so many heroes survived him (looks at Endeavour), or maybe just both of them affirming which side they're on, with Shigaraki more confident in himself than ever, and Izuku declares he'll show him that he's right.
It's only a skeleton of an idea, and it'd need a lot of work (and a firmer plan), but I think it'd be a good start. At the same time, though, I think it helps highlight just how off that whole motivation really was.
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"This Family of Ours (Is Thoroughly Broken and Can't Be Fixed)" (9).
As promised, here's one of the stories that won in my Tumblr Poll. Now, I just need to finish the one shot that is exclusively All for One x Inko. (And the other one shot that has Yoichi in it).
Trigger Warning: A child in distress.
Chapter 9
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The dining room is a mess. There’s a pile of splintered wood that was once, probably, maybe a chair. The dust he spotted on his wife’s shirt coats the floor. A woman-Nao, if Hisashi recalls correctly-scrubs at the floor with a rag. A bucket of soapy water sits beside her, and she moves jerkily to dip the rag into the container, only to return to scrubbing at the stains on the floor frantically.
“What a mess,” he says, keeping an even tone. It’s always hard to know what to say in these kinds of situations. With his long lifespan he’s seen things that far surpass a child accidentally killing their father.
But these people, bound by marriage and Japanese law, are his family. He feels nothing for them.
Not the overbearing, domineering, platonic love he felt for his brother.
Or the heart-pounding, hair-twirling love he feels for his wife.
Or even the overly protective, paternal love he feels for his son.
They just are. They exist as an extension of his wife and son (and Nana Shimura, but that’s a headache he would rather avoid right now). For them, he’s willing to play dumb and play nice (which, in his experience, go hand-in-hand).
Nao looks up at him. Her face is blotchy and eyes blood-shot. She sniffles. “Sorry. I…” She gets to her feet, placing the rag on the side of the bucket. “Who are you?”
He takes in her body language. Her trembling limbs and quivering bottom lip.
“Yagi Toshinori,” he introduces himself, holding a hand out. Still, palm down just in case Nao recognizes his mutation from the brief times they interacted.
She stares at his hand, eyes glazed over. “Who?”
“My- Midoriya Inko called me. Said something about-”
“I thought she called her husband?”
Hisashi hums, as if thoughtfully considering her question, and that him being here and in this form wasn’t a result of his own hubris. “She did, but Midoriya-San couldn’t be here until much later. I was told the situation needed to be dealt with immediately.”
Nao looks him up and down. It’s no secret how intimidating Hisashi looks. He’s freakishly tall (a fact that he used to be bullied ostensibly about, especially when he was a malnourished, string-bean of a kid), and there’s just something about seeing him in this form that sets people on edge.
He smiles. “I only want to help. Whatever happened here is between everyone that witnessed it and me.”
“He didn’t mean it. He’s a good boy,” Nao chokes out, tears starting to fall from her eyes. She wipes at them.
He nods along, patiently.
“Sorry, sorry. Just please, promise you won’t tell the police. Tenko was only trying to help and-”
“Shimura-San, I give my word that I will not breathe a word of this to anyone else.”
She sniffles (again). “Right. Well, I suppose I should take you to Tenko.”
-x-x-x-
Tenko sits tucked against his sister’s side, staring blankly ahead. He should be feeling sad right now. Everyone else is. Father is dead and not coming back. And it’s. All. His. Fault!
But he can’t cry anymore.
The tears won’t come.
He feels nothing.
He feels….numb.
Hana does her best to comfort him, offering him little trinkets, and telling dumb jokes that, in any other circumstance, would make him giggle. She’s trying so hard, but his body just feels so heavy. And everything feels so faraway, like his body doesn’t belong to him. Like he’s watching everything play out in a low-budget video game.
Their bedroom door opens, but Tenko can’t bring himself to acknowledge whoever’s standing in the doorway.
“Who are you?” He hears Hana ask.
“Toshinori Yagi,” the person-a man, judging by how deep his voice is-answers. “I’m a quirk specialist. I work with your aunt’s husband.”
“Why’re you here?” Hana wraps an arm around his shoulder, holding him closer to her side.
Yagi-San chuckles, stepping further into the room. “I’m here to help. My job is all about helping people with hard to control, and or destructive quirks.”
His sister gasps. “Ten, did you hear that?”
Logically, in the back of his mind, Tenko knows he should be showing gratitude. But moving is hard. Listening is taking up all his energy right now.
“Now, this normal,” Yagi-Sani starts, “after a traumatic event, the brain has many different ways of protecting itself. Shutting down emotionally, mentally, and even physically is one of these ways.”
“B-but he’ll get better, right?”
Yagi-San hums. “I’m sure at some point, but trauma responses are unfortunately not my area of expertise. So, I’m not qualified to make that call. But, if I was, I would say it all depends on how much support he has. I’m very sorry you kids had to go through that.”
Yagi-San kneels down in front of him. “Now, may I see your hands.”
This snaps Tenko out of his daze. He clutches his hands close to his chest, leaning back slightly. “No!” He snaps, eyes wide. “I…I don’t want to hurt you.”
He chuckles. “Hurt me? You don’t have to worry about that.”
Tenko shakes his head, lips pressed into a thin line. “Uh, uh.”
“Can you at least hold them out, palms up, for me to see? I won’t touch them, but I need to see them.”
He looks at Hana, who’s watching the exchange and worrying her bottom lip. She smiles at Tenko, though it looks forced. “Go on,” she encourages, reaching over to pat him on the back.
Tenko holds his hands out in front of him. They shake a little, and he has to fight the urge to pull them back.
“Good, you’re doing a great job,” Yagi-San says, keeping his promise of not touching Tenko’s hands. He looks them over, appraising them. His lips purse into a thin line, and his brows furrow.
“What do you see?” Hana asks, anxiously watching from over her brother’s shoulder.
“His fingertips look drier than the rest of his hand,” he mumbles. “This could be an indication that his quirk is activated using his fingers. A five-finger activation isn’t abnormal-” he stops abruptly, turning his full attention to Hana. “I apologize for bringing this up, but did your brother grab your father with all five of his fingers?”
“Uh, huh,” she confirms.
“I see.” He hums, taking a pen out of his suit jacket. “Now, Tenko, I know this is extremely difficult but I need you to grip this pen with all five of your fingers.”
Tenko feels his heart skip a few beats. Touching that pen, even if it’s an inanimate object, means destroying it. Just like he destroyed his father. He tries to take a few deep breaths, but no matter how hard he inhales, no air reaches his lungs.
He feels like he’s drowning.
Through his growing panic, he can hear his sister telling off Yagi-San. The man tries to say something, but she talks over him - furious.
Tenko shuts his eyes, head spinning.
And then, like a prayer answered, the doorbell rings. The voices stop, and he can finally force some air into his poor lungs.
“That’s odd,” Hana says, “we don’t get visitors often.”
“It’s the police,” he croaks out. Talking hurts but his panic overrides all of his pain.
“No,” Yagi-San answers in a bored tone. “Your mother was cleaning up the kitchen when I came in. I highly doubt anyone’s turning you in.”
This doesn’t make Tenko feel any better, because that just means he’s dragging his family down with him. He feels like a villain right now.
Mama must be so mad and disappointed in him.
“Have no fear, why!?” A booming voice calls out.
The slightly annoyed look on Yagi-San’s face turns into pure unadulterated horror. He glances towards the window, then back at the door. “Kids- uh, Hana, can you help me?”
“I wanna help too,” Tenko finds himself whining. He winces at how sore his throat is. “Please,” he adds. Anything to get his mind off what happened today.
Yagi-San shushes him. “Okay, okay.” He regards both of them carefully. “Here’s the plan.”
#mha fanfiction#cross posted on ao3#mha au#dad for one#nao shumura#young tenko shimura#hana shimura#all for one
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Tenko falling for male chieko like reader, she starts off with conflicting feelings towards then because while they're male they're also the ultimate hero so she's trying not to fangirl since she likes heroes just like she loves magical girls
Chieko Maki link: https://www.quotev.com/story/11950461/Danganronpa-Abandoned-Sanity-CLOSED/9
Beep boop~ Hope I did an alright job with this
New headcanon unlocked: Tenko loves superheroes
Tenko Chabashira and Male Reader Who's Like Chieko Maki (Danganronpa Abandoned Sanity)
At first, she had no idea how to feel about you
You seemed really cool, and you had people following you wherever you went
You had the talent of the Ultimate Hero, and from what she's heard, you could take out villains and stop bank robberies in less than two seconds
That all sounded great, except...
You were male
Yeah, that’s literally it
Almost all the girls she knew were ranting about you and how awesome you were
And they were probably right
But because of your gender, she just couldn't bring herself to do the same thing
Fucked up, I know
She is very conflicted about the whole thing
For all she knew, someone else could've been the Ultimate Hero, and you could've taken it from them
Or maybe you had done something... sinister to get your hands on the talent
Maybe you were secretly the Ultimate Villain
She knew absolutely nothing, so she couldn't trust you
But at the same time, she would love to talk to, or even be close to someone with the talent of the Ultimate Hero
She LOVES heroes, especially superheroes
And so when she heard about you, she immediately got excited and wanted to have a conversation with you
For a second, she almost didn’t even care that you were male
And sometimes, she still doesn’t, if only for a moment
But she wanted to get a good grasp on who you were, and your talent
She wanted to prove to everyone she knew that the Ultimate Hero was nothing more than a fraud
So she decided to investigate
Tenko started following you around as you went about your daily activities
Most of what she saw was your face of irritation as you dealt with having cameras shoved in your face all the time
But then, you got a call about a bank robbery
Tenko got excited and headed straight there
Now she could see your talent in action
What she saw was you calmly taking care of the villains, handing the money back to the bankers, and helping any hostage
And you did all this with complete indifference
Now she was at a loss
Tenko knew deep down that you were a good person, but her prejudice refused to let her believe it
Although maybe she could believe it if she got to know you, to see for sure
And so, she approached you, trying to be as friendly as possible
And if you’ve seen her event in Danganronpa S, you know how difficult it was for her
But you could see her efforts, and agreed to hang out with her
She asked you questions about your talent, and soon saw how cool it really was
Similar to how she enjoyed magical girls, she enjoyed heroes too
Especially the female ones
I mean, how can’t you love badass women with insane strength and awesome powers?
It’s her absolute favorite
And soon enough, she is able to extend her love for heroes/superheroes to you
It is very hard for her to not fangirl over you, especially since she knows you probably won’t like it
But she will watch with stars in her eyes as you deal with villains
And if you notice her staring, she’ll turn away with a blush, denying that you saw that
She will refuse to confess her feelings
Not only because you were male, but because you were a hero
She wasn’t ready to swallow her pride just yet, and she was sure you wouldn’t want her anyway
But she was proven wrong when you confessed to her
She was blushing madly and stumbled over her words a lot, but agreed in a somewhat tsundere fashion
Now, later on in the relationship, she can let herself go and fangirl over you a little bit
You are the only male she will ever show this to, so be grateful /j
But if she ends up overwhelming you, she’ll stop
And when it comes to the annoying ass reporters and fans, she’ll deal with them for you
Even though she had no idea what to do at first, Tenko does eventually get comfortable with you
And she’ll love and admire you the way she does with fictional superheroes
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Hey, I'm an 19-year-old female, who currently looking for long-term rp partner who is 18–22 to do a Danganronpa Saiouma RP with. I am not replacing anyone; I am just looking for someone to role-play with.I am also open to a group rp however 1x1 is preferable
I am semi-literate and prefer rp in text format.
Example:
Kaede:-giggles-Of course, I am okay with it….not bad for a "first date"huh?
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As you can see, I don't write large paragraphs. Sometimes if I am really getting into the rp or for a starter. At best, you will get 5-7 sentences.
Also, I am prone to make misspellings and grammar mistakes sometimes, so please bare with me.
I am in Central time.
Personally, I don't like rp for too long, so I would like to cut it short and then come back to it later.
This isn't a requirement but I like talking ooc during rp occasionally.
One thing to know about me, I don't like putting too much thought into the plot, usually, I think of the basic outline before starting. And whatever I have oc or au idea, I like to use rping as a method to explore the possibilities of the idea. Not all the time, of course, just giving head up that the ideas I have posted below are kinda in the beta stage,
I can play up to 3 characters, and I can do 6 if I am feeling it but 3 is my limit.
characters I am able to play as:
Kokichi
Shuichi
Kaede
Chiaki
Hajime
Monokuma
junko
Naegi
Kirumi
Aoi
Chirco
Monomi
Kirumi
Kotoko
Miu
Himiko
Maki
Kyoko
Hajime/Izuku
Sonia Nevermind(still getting hang of her)
Peko Pekoyama
monokids
Himiko Yumeno
Gonta Gokuhara
Miu Iruma
Tsumugi Shirogane
Mikan
Hiyoko
Mukuro
Theme
romance
hurt/comfort
Angst with no happy ending(or hopeful ending)
Fluff
smut
What I can offer
(nearly)24/7 rp partner
open to doing(almost)anything
I have ALOT of ideas,so you will never get bored
what I want
As the description says, I want to do Saiouma RP, though I am open to doing other ships such as Sonia x Gumdam or Tenko x Himko after. As well as some fanganronpa RPs such as SDRA, SDRA 2, and Project: Eden's Garden.
RPGs I usually like to play have 18+ things, such as smut (all characters of 18 or up. If not, they are aged up) and gore. It is not a complete deal-breaker if you are not up for one of these things.
And if we do choose to do smut in RP, I shall state my kinks if we choose rp about smut.
I am open to doing a cookie run or undertale/deltarune later down the line.
Ideas
Sayanora despair
This is a version of a non-despair AU where all students go to Hope Peak and nothing bad happens. But with a little twist, the fanganronpa games (I know) are in this as well. You don't have to know them all; however, one or all can be left out.
SDRA and SDRA2 are the next generations in this AU. Years after all of the canon game characters have graduated and are adults,
Project: Eden's Garden is a rival school to Hope Peak, and they will sometimes hold competitions, leading a selected group of students to win against the group in events.
Anyway here are my ideas on what I want to do in this AU
Kokichi and shuchi reconnected years after their graduation
Kokichi and shuchi were forced together on a project
Maki is meeting kaito for the first time.
Sora and Akane find out about their twins.
Hibiki wants to give something for Valentine's Day to setsuka
tenko is MAYBE a bit protective of her girlfriend, Himko
Blood & Lies(Vampire AU)
Disclaimer: Hope peak academy doesn't really exist and all characters are adults in this au
Shuchi has trouble falling asleep, so he often goes around the city to clear his head. One night, while on his usual walk, he spots a lone man swinging in an empty playground. He feels drawn to them, so he decides to strike up a conversation. Despite his overdramatic antics and lying, Shuichi finds himself quite fascinated by this stranger who goes by ".Almost every night, Shuichi goes out and spends time with Kokichi. Both learn more about themselves, a little more on Shuichi's end once he finds out the liar's secrets.
Swapronpa
Plot:The students of the three main games are swapped in settings. The v3 students are in TTH,meanwhile the TTH students are in Goodbye despair,and lastly the GD students are in killing harmony.What new story possibilities will open due this change?Let find out together!
Side(undeveloped) ideas
Maki and kaito go on a date
Miu takes a much smarter approach to try to end kokichi, forcing kokichi to take her life. (Chapter 4 canon divergence)
Kaede and Shuichi celebrate their marriage anniversary.
Kai Montage x Damon Matisu.
Ground rules
I am NOT okay with any problematic shit like r-word though I am willing to give them passed IF they are only used for story purposes and ONLY implied or referenced.
Again someone around my age. (18-24)
please put some effort into the story, I do not want to be the only one driving the story,
Someone who is most active online not 24/7 but active enough that we get most of the rp done.
Please state things you aren't comfortable beforehand and I shall do the same.
6..NO rping with people in real life
I shall update this when needed. If you are interested,here is my discord number:Cheesecakemermaid1048#4393
please message me in dm"Moonlight"
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Looking for DR rp partner
Hey, I'm an 19-year-old female, who currently looking for long-term rp partner who is 18–22 to do a Danganronpa Saiouma RP with. I am not replacing anyone; I am just looking for someone to role-play with.
I am semi-literate and prefer rp in text format.
Example:
Kaede:-giggles-Of course, I am okay with it....not bad for a "first date"huh?
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As you can see, I don't write large paragraphs. Sometimes if I am really getting into the rp or for a starter. At best, you will get 5-7 sentences.
Also, I am prone to make misspellings and grammar mistakes sometimes, so please bare with me.
I am in Central time.
Personally, I don't like rp for too long, so I would like to cut it short and then come back to it later.
This isn't a requirement but I like talking ooc during rp occasionally.
One thing to know about me, I don't like putting too much thought into the plot, usually, I think of the basic outline before starting. And whatever I have oc or au idea, I like to use rping as a method to explore the possibilities of the idea. Not all the time, of course, just giving head up that the ideas I have posted below are kinda in the beta stage,
I can play up to 3 characters, and I can do 6 if I am feeling it but 3 is my limit.
characters I am able to play as:
Kokichi
Shuichi
Kaede
Chiaki
Hajime
Monokuma
junko
Naegi
Kirumi
Aoi
Chirco
Monomi
Kirumi
Miu
Himiko
Maki
Kyoko
Hajime/Izuku
Chiaki Nanami
Sonia Nevermind(still getting hang of her)
Peko Pekoyama
monokids
Himiko Yumeno
Gonta Gokuhara
Miu Iruma
Tsumugi Shirogane
Mikan
Hiyoko
Murkuro
Theme
romance
hurt/confort
Angst with no happy ending(or hopeful ending)
Fluff
smut
What I can offer
(nearly)24/7 rp partner
open to doing(almost)anything
I have ALOT of ideas,so you will never get bored
what I want
As the description says, I want to do Saiouma RP, though I am open to doing other ships such as Sonia x Gumdam or Tenko x Himko after. As well as some fanganronpa RPs such as SDRA, SDRA 2, and Project: Eden's Garden.
RPGs I usually like to play have 18+ things, such as smut (all characters of 18 or up. If not, they are aged up) and gore. It is not a complete deal-breaker if you are not up for one of these things.
And if we do choose to do smut in RP, I shall state my kinks before the rp begins
I also have plenty of ocs that would I like to rp with either for fun or test run.It perfectly understandable if you are not up for that
I am open to doing a cookie run or undertale/deltarune later down the line.
Ideas
Sayanora despair
This is a version of a non-despair AU where all students go to Hope Peak and nothing bad happens. But with a little twist, the fanganronpa games (I know) are in this as well. You don't have to know them all; however, one or all can be left out.
SDRA and SDRA2 are the next generations in this AU. Years after all of the canon game characters have graduated and are adults,
Project: Eden's Garden is a rival school to Hope Peak, and they will sometimes hold competitions, leading a selected group of students to win against the group in events.
Anyway here are my ideas on what I want to do in this AU
Kokichi and shuchi reconnected years after their graduation
Kokichi and shuchi were forced together on a project
Maki is meeting kaito for the first time.
Sora and Akane find out about their twins.
Hibiki wants to give something for Valentine's Day to setsuka
tenko is MAYBE a bit protective of her girlfriend, Himko
Blood & Lies(Vampire AU)
Disclaimer: Hope peak academy doesn't really exist and all characters are adults in this au
Shuchi has trouble falling asleep, so he often goes around the city to clear his head. One night, while on his usual walk, he spots a lone man swinging in an empty playground. He feels drawn to them, so he decides to strike up a conversation. Despite his overdramatic antics and lying, Shuichi finds himself quite fascinated by this stranger who goes by ".Almost every night, Shuichi goes out and spends time with Kokichi. Both learn more about themselves, a little more on Shuichi's end once he finds out the liar's secrets.
Swapronpa
Plot:The students of the three main games are swapped in settings. The v3 students are in TTH,meanwhile the TTH students are in Goodbye despair,and lastly the GD students are in killing harmony.What new story possibilities will open due this change?Let find out together!
Side(undeveloped) ideas
Maki and kaito go on a date
Miu takes a much smarter approach to try to end kokichi, forcing kokichi to take her life. (Chapter 4 canon diverge)
Kaede and Shuichi celebrate their marriage anniversary.
Kai Montage x Damon Matisu.
Ground rules
1. things I am uncomfortable with: Peeing, farting, vore, feet, Gore(used in a sexual context), rape,vomiting, bestiality, Pedophilia, and Pooing(More will be added)
2. As previously stated on the first rule no rape, or pedophilia though I am willing to give them passed IF they are only used for story purposes and ONLY implied or referenced.
3. Again someone around my age. (18-24)
4. please put some effort into the story, I do not want to be the only one driving the story,
5. Someone who is most active online not 24/7 but active enough that we get most of the rp done.
6. Please state things you aren't comfortable beforehand
7.NO rping with people in real life
I shall update this when needed. If you are interested,here is my discord number:Cheesecakemermaid1048#4393
please message me in dm"Moonlight"
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Taming Tenko - Part II
Shigaraki Tomura I Shimura Tenko / Female Reader
Part I can be found here
Contains: sub shig, dom reader, low-key women-hating shig, college au, quirk less au, masturbation, shig nuts on readers scarf, cock stepping, shig humping against readers feet, humiliation, overstimulation, shig and reader are having fun playing pretend lol
Before he can help himself, he's rubbing parts of the scarf along his cock - at first it's strange, but the smell of you is so soothing that he finds himself unable to stop.
Amidst whimpers and moans, Tenko blows his load all over the piece of clothing, ruining it.
"m' sorry, mistress..." he whimpers, still deep in his fantasy.
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"Hi, Shimura. How's it going? I just wanted to quickly ask you about the project - we still do need to finish it. Would you be interested in meeting up with me? We could meet up at your place, just text me your address and a time."
It's the ninth time he has played your message once again - the voice recording, no matter how mundane it's subject, gets him going like nothing else. You're his pretty miss.
The scarf you gave him was now covered in his seed - it had dried in a few places, making it all crusty, but he still couldn't help using it.
It felt so good - he had never felt a woman's touch before, and this was as close as he could get.
After cleaning himself up a little, he answered your request with an adress and a fitting time, afterwards taking a look around his room and promptly starting to clean it. He did not want his mistress to think he was gross - he put clothing into the laundry basket, got rid of old plates with food on them, vacuumed the floor, replaced his bedsheets with new, clean ones and dusted of surfaces. He had to admit, his room hadn't been this clean for a while. Even when he wasn't pretending to be a dirty pervert, keeping clean was important to him when you came over.
A few hours later, the agreed upon time had come - you had answered him in a text - and he was certain he had never been more nervous.
Tenko hears the doorbell, the sound sending a wave of shock through his body. Finally, you were here.
He walks over to the door, breathing heavily, and quickly lets you walk in.
Fuck, you're so pretty, he can't help but think.
'Shit, shit, shit,' he says in his mind, 'I'm already hard.'
"Hi, Shimura. How's it going?" you say as you take of your coat, a different scarf - Tenko almost whimpers in shame as he is reminded of what he did to your other one, where did he put it again? - and your boots.
"I'm... doing good. And you-u are?" he stutters out, distracted with thinking about whether or not his bulge is visible.
"I'm all good. Cmon, Tenko, let's start working already. Where is your room?"
Tenko? When did you start calling him Tenko. Did this mean that you liked him? You're not helping his erection.
"I- it's this way," he blabbers and starts walking towards his room. You follow suit.
You enter, and he can see the way you look around yourself, taking in his space. He wonders what you think, but is too nervous to ask.
"Oh, Tenko, there's my scarf!", you exclaim, and he's sure he just died inside.
Before he can do anything, you've grabbed the thing, and are holding it in your hands, no doubt feeling how damp and crusty it is in places. He wonders if you'd believe him if he told you that he spilled something on it.
Your facial expression conveys how disgusted you feel quite well.
"What happened here, baby boy? Did you seriously dirty my scarf with your disgusting sperm?"
"I-I... Look, I-"
Quickly, you walk over to the door, close it, and lock it.
Next, your hand is buried in his hair before he can dodge it, and you push him down. He whimpers, and he himself can't tell if it's because he is shocked at your sudden harsh treatment or aroused by it - maybe it's both.
He's kneeling now, right beside your legs.
"Are you seriously hard already? Really, Tenko?"
Your foot is stepping on his cock, and he can't help but buck his hips up against you.
"I- I'm, sowry, I-"
You push down on him, and he let's out a raspy moan. It's all happening so quickly, he doesn't know what to do.
"But, you were- so, nice, to me, so why-" he stutters in confusion.
"Oh, Tenko, at first it was genuine. But then I found out just how disgusting you are."
"But how-" he chirps out in stress.
"Stop whining and take your filthy hands of my scarf, you little whore.", you instruct, and he immediately follows your command, putting it onto the bed right next to him.
"It's really not surprising that a disgusting boy like you is turned on by being humiliated. I already guessed you'd be a masochistic bitch, but when I checked the browsing history on your tablet whilst you were in the bathroom at the Café I got confirmation. A gross little nerd like you should know to delete your browser history, hmm?"
"I... I forgot, I-", he tries to explain, but you interrupt him.
"Of course you did. You can only think with your tiny cock, can't you? Take off your pants and underwear, I want to see just how small you are."
Does this mean that you like him? A big part of him jumps in excitement at the thought. You had to, right? Otherwise you wouldn't ask him to expose himself.
He starts untying the band holding up his black sweatpants, and quickly removes his underwear, all whilst still kneeling down, in hopes of not disappointing you.
You immediately stare at his private parts, and he feels his face get red with shame.
"Wow, Tenko, you're even smaller than I expected." you exclaim loudly, and he hates the way his cock twitched at that. Based on your facial expression, you saw the twitch too.
"Aww, look at you!" you say and use your foot to massage his tiny nub.
He starts humping your foot, gasping for air and moaning once again and you chuckle, then suddenly move your foot up with quite a bit of force.
Tenko reacts deliciously - letting out a strangled scream, and says something you hadn't quite expected - "M-mommy!"
You can't hold in your laughter now.
"Seriously, Tenko? I didn't think you'd be this pathetic."
You can see how the shock over his own words kick in.
"I... I didn't mean, I'm not- it's not..."
"Come on, repeat what you said. Babyboy."
You see the glistening amount of pre dripping down his cock, and the repeated twitch of it at the nickname.
You take to massaging his aching cock with your foot once more, and he starts to buck once again. "Come on, Tenko, say it."
"Mommy... Mommy, need my m...mommy. Please." he whimpers.
You smirk and shove one of your hands into his hair, slowly rubbing.
"Don't stop humping, babyboy."
Tenko sighs at the sensation of your socks against the sensitive skin.
He quickly feels an orgasm coming. Should he tell his mommy? He's not sure. You're mean enough to deny him, but he doesn't think you'd appreciate him dirtying your socks, considering your previous reaction to what he did to your scarf. He ultimately decides to tell you.
"Mommy? I'm, going to-,... cum." he says quietly, averting his eyes.
"So quickly?" you ask.
"I'm sorry - I don't want to... disappoint mommy, but, cock is too, sensitive..."
"Well, you can cum - but you better don't stop humping after." you answer his plea.
Tenko whines after comprehending the instruction, knowing that he can't handle overstimulation all that well. But following mommys commands is more important than his comfort, he decides.
After a particularly sensational hump, he quickly covers your feet in his seed. The noises he makes are nothing short of adorable - a high pitched chirp of "mommy!"
"Don't stop now, little Tenko." you remind him, and as he follows the instructions, he is reminded of why he hates overstimulation.
The confusion of having pleasure and pain mixed is simply too much for him, and before he can think, he has his arms wrapped around your waist, grounding himself through the touch.
He sounds absolutely miserable - high whines and gasping moans escape at a high rate.
"Can you cum again, my little boy? If you do, I'll allow you to take a break." you say, your voice still calm. Tenko notices how much he likes how collected you are whilst he's making a mess of himself.
Eager to fulfill your request, he quickly recovers - taking way less time to orgasm again. This time, it's not as pleasurable - the nerves still burning as a consequence of the overstimulation.
But the way you laugh at his pathetic expression is a wonderful reward.
"Onto the bed, you slut." you say, and he just nods in response, feeling overwhelmed by the fact that he just came two times in the span of roughly 7 minutes. He adores you, and the idea for such a scenario - you were always willing to listen to his ideas, and getting grouped up for a project gave it the tint of realism he loved. He felt lucky to be with you.
He quickly gets himself together - as best as he can - and hops onto his clean sheets.
"You're going to eat me out now, maybe you'll actually have something you're good for, let's find out." you demand and take of your pants.
Tenko sighs at the idea of your thighs surrounding his head as he laps up your juices.
"Yes, mommy," he manages to say, though quietly.
Here's part one!
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Maybe what makes the difference between Aoyama and other villains is that he actually feels remorseful about what he did and wants to stop causing pain to others. Please don't lump him together with those who only think about themselves and harm the lives of people they've never met without an ounce of regret.
Anon, I have news.
Tomura started like Aoyama, so did Toga and Dabi. They all started by wanting to fit in: Tenko wanted to be a hero with a quirk, Touya wanted to be a hero and make his parents proud, Toga wanted to please her parents and have friends. So of course Aoyama doesn't look like a big villains right now, but if he had the development or the years of suffering of any of the three main villains... We don't know.
And yet, let's talk about regret.
Once of my first meta posts here on tumblr was about how people relate regret and guilt and shame with tears. For example, you saw right now Aoyama crying his heart out and you got the message "hey, this kid is feeling miserable and he's really sorry". But imagine then having people who, thanks to their traumas or way of being, doesn't show regret by tearing up. Take Dabi for example, who can't psychically cry. It's harder to build empathy with a character that is always smiling and never crying.
And yet, sometimes Dabi feels bad enough that his skin will tear from the staples and blood would come out of the wound. And you know when did it happen in the manga? When Dabi admitted he thought so much about the people he has hurt, he went crazy/insane.
And yet, the fandom rarely or never acknowledges that side of Dabi. It's easy to create a narrative when you very conveniently ignore an important fact.
Let's talk about Tenko, who was 5 years old when he got his quirk and combined with his traumas, the day and the stress of the quirk, ended up in him killing all his family, mostly by trying to reach for help.
With 5 years old, Tenko found himself on the streets, people constantly refusing to help him. What this kid could think of was "this must by a punishment for my acts" and "I don't deserve to be saved". I don't know you, but I find that extremely cruel. It was an accident, Tenko was a 5 years old kid, alone, hungry, desperate in the streets. He couldn't even properly cry at the moment. He was feeling so guilty and ashamed, he only wanted someone to protect him and tell him it was not his fault.
Later when AFO found him, Tenko got manipulated into thinking rage and violence was the right answer, and even more, that he would be forgiving for anything. So AFO changed the narrative in 5 years old Tenko's mind from "I did something bad, I deeply regret it, I'm searching for forgiveness" into "I did it on purpose, and even if I regret it, I'll be forgiven".
In a recent chapter, Horikoshi showed us very well how Tomura's (Tenko's) thinking process is totally different from what he says or shows out loud. Also, the side of Tomura that is full of empathy and is capable of feeling regret is still alive, but bury beneath all the years of abuse from AFO. The trauma blocks his emotions.
Let's talk about Toga, even. She's a teenager trying to understand her place in the world, so her position right now is "I deserve to live and I'm normal". I want to highlight the fact that she's Aoyama's age, but there's a great difference in here. While Aoyama was given a quirk to fit in, Toga was forced to repress hers. She had not magic help to mal it go away, and she got urge within her to use it, like any other kid would have. Also, whild Aoyama's parents somehow wanted to make him happy, Toga's parents onlt wanted to be happy themselves. Yes, both Aoyama and Toga had to pretend to be things they were not, but you see how it ended both times. Aoyama couldn't hold it any longer, neither could Toga.
Toga wanting to drink blood is not her being selfish. It's her just being, like anyone else. Toga felt ashamed and guilty for so many years, at least until she was around 15 years old, that she exploded and couldn't take it anymore. So it's not that she doesn't feel guilty, but rather that Toga is trying to learn from zero how she should truly exists in society.
And if Toga didn't feel guilty, even a little, she wouldn't have tried to connect with Ochako.
Aoyama is the exact prototype of villain. Sad childhood, not fitting in, parents that got the solution wrong, someone who took advantage of that situation, spiraling down in crimes, getting worst and worst...
But Aoyama has the privilege of having friends, friends that truly worry about him, friends to support him every minute, real friends. Tenko was alone, Toga was alone, Touya was almost alone. And the older they get, the worst the situation.
Finally, let's talk about wanting to stop harming others.
Doesn't Dabi want to tear down the hero system to show how corrupted it is and how heroes hurt people all the time? How there's so many people hurting because of them? How there are heroes like Endeavor still out there?
Doesn't Toga want to make the heroes understand that both the hero and villain category is dehumanizing? That heroes should try to save as much people as possible, and that villains should be included there? That they are people too?
And doesn't Tomura's arc is all about erasing the world and starting again so people can live better? Wasn't his first speech about the cycle of violence and the people getting hurt by the heroes and how they deserved something different? How the heroes hurt their families and act like it doesn't matter? How they are forgotten all the time?
The difference between Aoyama and the other villains is that he has things they never had. It's that Aoyama is still somehow starting. It's that Aoyama was admitted as a hero so he has the benefit, while other villains could never get it.
That's the difference.
If anything, saving the other villains is even more important and it's equally worthy.
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Felt pretty sick today and Shig’s my comfort character so why not. Have a feeling that it’s my fucked up sleep schedule
Part 1
You saw him the next day in class. His hair was still a mess, and he was fiddling with his pencil. He didn’t really look at you, but you could’ve sworn you felt eyes on you once or twice.
Maybe it was just your imagination.
After class though, he at least made an effort to talk to you. It wasn’t very much, and he still looked just as uncomfortable as the first time you talked. He didn’t make eye contact, but he did ask a few basic questions. At least he was trying.
There was always a certain charm to him. He stood out from everyone else. They were all basic people. You had the football players that dated cheerleaders only, then you had the girls that just wanted to fuck.
He wasn’t like any of them, and maybe that’s why he caught your eye. Maybe that’s why you asked to meet up again.
So here you were, wandering an outlet mall as your new friend followed you around like a kid and it’s mother.
“Is there anything in particular you like? I’m sure they’d have it here.” You said, looking over the stores, checking the digital map on your phone to figure out where exactly you were.
You felt a tug on your arm, nothing too hard, but enough that you couldn’t ignore it. He pointed towards a GameStop, his eyes almost pleading for you to take him there.
All it took was a slight nod before he took off, dragging you by the wrist into the store with him. He didn’t really know where to look first, so he just followed you.
He figured that whatever you liked, he’d buy so you could play it together. Except, you didn’t really look like you were searching for anything. You just seemed to be debating on which controller you wanted. So, he picked a game for you.
He ran up to you like a kid on Christmas morning, practically shoving the case into your hands. From the packaging, it looked like a sort of post-apocalyptic game. You wanted to ask why he’d given it to you, but he was already grabbing a second copy of it.
“Tenko? What’s this for?” You asked, reading the description on the back of the case.
“It’s a game I wanted to try out. I thought that, if it’s not too much to ask, that you could play it with me later.” He asked, he almost winced at the sound of his own voice.
You nodded, looking back at the same controllers you were scanning earlier. You felt him press against your back, looking over your shoulder at the items in your hands. He pointed to one, and you took it as a sign to get that one.
After that, there wasn’t really anything planned. You were right back at square one; bored and not quite sure what to do. Once again, your eyes were glued to your phone, looking over the map to try and find anything that sounded interesting.
Tenko was gone, but he said he’d be back in a minute. You assumed he went to the bathroom, or that he was just getting a snack.
When he came back, you heard him move one of your bags. He sat down next to you, inching closer once he realized you were distracted.
“Does anything here look interesting? I guess we could get lunch but it’s a little early.” You said, holding up your phone for him to see.
He just shook his head, placing his hand on top of yours, hoping you wouldn’t notice. You wrapped your hand around his, watching his face turn red out of the corner of your eye.
It was adorable if you were being honest with yourself, watching the quiet kid no one knew anything about melt from a simple touch.
Everything has to come to an end at some point though. A few minutes into looking for a place to eat, he got a call from his dad, something about being late for a gathering being the only thing you heard. He said goodbye, hesitantly getting up and letting go of your hand as he grabbed his bag.
“Just let me know when you start the game, I’ll wait if you want me to.” He said, you watched a tiny smile appear on his face before he disappeared back into the crowd.
When you got home, you flopped onto your couch, dropping your bag on the floor next to you. It opened just enough for you to see bright pink petals and a box of strawberry pocky.
Maybe that’s why he was messing with your bag earlier.
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Had an idea and started jotting it down in my notes. Maybe one day I'll actually write the full thing.
Tenko's quirk suddenly activates and he accidentally kills Mon. Just like in canon, right? But this time, Hana didn't go out there. She was told to stay in her room and she told herself she'd apologize tomorrow morning.
This time, a scared Tenko runs to the house, afraid a villain might be after him. He accidentally decays the door and falls. He's crying, wailing. He can barely speak. The wood floor is cracking where his hands are.
His mom notices and moves quickly, pulling him up and tucking his hands away. "Don't touch anything right now, okay? Shh. Don't worry. I've got you. No one can hurt you now. Just breathe, Tenko. Focus on breathing."
Kotaro double checks outside, seeing the bloodied mess that is Mon. Notes the dusted door. The cracked wood floor. He breathes hard, before straightening up. Tells his in laws to make sure Hana doesn't go outside.
"Let's go to the hospital," he says. "A quirk specialist. So they can tell us what's going on."
Nao nods. "Right. You hear that Tenko? Come on, let's go. Keep your hands curled up and tucked away, okay?"
Tenko nods, still sobbing, and nuzzles closer to his mom. She kisses the top of his head before standing up and carrying him to the car.
The drive is silent, minus Tenko's crying that eventually lessens to sniffles. Quietly, voice hoarse, Tenko mumbles, "I'm sorry, Dad."
Kotaro swallows thickly. "It's okay." I'm sorry, too. He should say. But he refrains for now. He'll talk to him tomorrow once they sort out his quirk. He'll explain. He'll apologize.
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The doctor hums. "It's a quirk mutation."
"What does that mean exactly?" Kotaro asks. "No one in family has a quirk anything like that. I--"
"Exactly," the doctor cuts in. "Mutations don't share any characteristics with the parents' quirks. The genes simply mutate into something new entirely. It's uncommon, we still don't know what exactly causes it."
Nao frowns. "Will he be okay?"
"Oh yes, of course," he says. "He's like any other child with a quirk. Though if you notice anything off later on, please do let me know."
Kotaro nods, glancing at his son. He's curled up against Nao, hands in tight little fists and tucked under his arms. The doctor hums again, moving to rummage in a drawer.
"His quirk activates when all five fingers are touching something. You can of course teach him how to hold and grab things without all five, but since he's still so young, it'll be easier if you start with him wearing these special made gloves."
Kotaro holds them in hands. Only two fingers will be covered, the ring and pinky finger. He turns to Tenko. "Show me your hands. Let's put these on, okay?"
Tenko numbly holds out his hands, and Kotaro carefully slides the gloves on and secures the straps around his wrists. Tenko flexes his fingers, testing out the fabric.
They're effectively dismissed from the doctor, and ride home is quiet. At some point, Tenko falls asleep, noted by Nao when she looks over the seat to check on him.
"What an awful quirk," she murmurs.
"Just bad timing," Kotaro says. "Could have been worse. But the gloves will help."
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Nao carries Tenko to his room as Kotaro head out to the backyard. His in laws make him pause though.
"Kotaro, what happened? Mon is--"
"I know," he sighs. "It was... Tenko's quirk activated. Don't worry, it's been taken care of."
There's fear in their eyes, but they nod their heads and Kotaro goes outside with a trash bag and a small box. He steals himself against the sight, holding his breath, and gets to work. His shoulders finally slump when he turns on the hose and tries to wash away the blood.
Tomorrow. He has to talk to Tenko tomorrow. Explain. Apologize. And then he has to do better. If he wants a happy family, he has to.
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The next morning does not come without its hurdles.
"Daaaad, where's Mon?" Hana complains, snooping around the kitchen instead of eating her breakfast. Kotaro watches Tenko shrink in on himself, bottom lip quivering.
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And that's it. I have a lot of ideas in my head. Gotta sort them all out. Hoping to actually commit and write this out one day tho. And hopefully soon.
Please do let me know what you think btw, I'm very curious to hear people's thoughts 💕
#shigaraki tomura#shimura tenko#kotaro shimura#nao shimura#hana shimura#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#mha#bnha#my fic#my writing
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S/O who lost a bet to Kokichi, punishment being a Maid’s Dress
request; Ooooo, Requests are open! Could I have a female S/O who lost a bet and now has to wear a sexy maid outfit? And Kokichi is just. Eating. It. Up.
warnings; reader lost a bet and has to wear a maid dress, reader uses female pronouns and names, reader uses master(non-sexually), cussing, had to make kaito the ‘bad guy’ for trope reasons lmfao, kokichi gets jealous and possessive, they goof off a ton at the end, overall just fluff without much plot, and i.. i dont even know how to say this, i used this phrase i found from the internet “top 15 embarrassing things to say to strangers” so like,, watch out for that..! ahahahaha-
note; omfg i hate this one so much- most out of all my works, i stg i am the most disappointed in this one. please don’t even read it- i could’ve done so much better ;-; man, i just butchered this like a fricking idiot-- sorry anon!!!! you seriously deserved so much better, i am so sorry. there are so many issues with this- the ending, the cringe, the messiness, the fucking clichés- seriously, please please forgive me. although you probably shouldn’t, i am just so so sorry T_T please don’t be afraid to ask me if you want this rewritten, i am like, BEGGING YOU TO ASK ME TO REWRITE THIS SAVIBVDHBSDKJ
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You took a deep breath before leaving your dorm, mentally preparing yourself for the walk of shame to the dining room where you had to… you didn’t even want to say it, nor acknowledge it. The bet you had lost the day before with Kokichi, had left you with nothing but bitterness in the end. Your eyebrows were permanently creased, an expression of pure regret on your face as you shuffled unenthusiastically down the hall in your frilly maid’s outfit.
Shuichi greeted you as soon as he noticed the dress, a concerned, confused and albeit a bit flustered expression on his face as he did. “H-hey S/o! Um, so are you going to the dining hall?” He asked an obvious question, just so he could somehow get you to talk about your huge dress. Only nodding shamefully, you stifled a sigh.
Shuichi only made a noise of acknowledgement, letting the conversation go stale as he was too afraid to address the elephant in the room, himself. You were both silent, Saihara standing in front of you, awkwardly planted on his spot while he looked at everything but you.
He didn’t say anything, only occasionally sparing glances at your dress as he stood like a tree. Getting irked from the silence, you deadpanned, “... You want to know why I’m wearing a maid’s dress.” He flushed at even the mention of the word, as if you had said something terrible.
“Y-you don’t have to te-” Disrupting his excuse, you looked him dead in the eye, and uttered one word, “Kokichi.” Shuichi blinked at the name, before nodding in pity. After your short response, he required no further questions, the single name was all it took for the realization to wash over him. Even if he wasn’t a detective, it wouldn’t take less than a second to know what was going on.
As if the said-Kokichi had been waiting for you to say that, Kokichi suddenly popped out of nowhere, scaring the two of you at his sudden appearance, “Oh? What’s my maid doing with Saihara-chan? Not wasting time I hope~” He laughed sadistically at your suffering, “Chop chop my maid! Since I’m your master, you’re gonna have to follow my every order! So don’t even try to disobey me; cuz I’m sure maid-chan knows what happens when she does, right? Nishishi!” You cringed at the nickname, ere sighing in defeat and letting him drag you to the dining room where you’d soon meet your demise.
You looked back at Shuichi one last time, mouthing a, ‘Help me.’ as Kokichi dragged you away. Shuichi only sent back a sheepish and apologetic look, in which you glared at him, betrayal overtaking you.
A couple of minutes later of countless teasing and judgemental looks sent your way, you were finally at the dreaded destination. To your surprise, Kokichi eagerly kicked the door to the dining room open before you could even prepare yourself, the entire class turning around at the loud noise. Kaito was first to speak up about the dramatic entrance, ‘Kokichi!? What the actual F-! … f-ffffffffffuuhh..” Kaito trailed off, his attention shifting off Kokichi, to focusing on you in a maid’s dress.
Despite wanting you to feel the pure unfiltered humiliation, the sadistic bastard definitely did not love the way Kaito was eyeing you. Smile faltering for a second, he considered dragging you to his own room and having you perform a private show for him instead of these assholes. Shaking his head, he tried dispersing the thoughts of… jealousy? No, that can’t be it.
He decided he’d delay his feelings of conflict for later, and unfortunately for you, focusing back on your nervous figure. Peaking at the look on your face, he couldn’t help the twinge of worry for your well-being.
Noticing him stare at you with a small concern, you furrowed your brows in suspicion, that wasn’t really like him. Only then, did you notice the desperation on his face. He looked like he was choosing to either say, “Are you okay?” or “Pleaaaase!” He watched you, eyes wide with worry yet looking as if he had been begging you. Choosing your fate, you sent him a reassuring, but solemn nod, deciding to do the act he had been looking forward to for the entirety of yesterday; the day you lost that damned bet.
You sighed defeatedly at his pouty expression, you were weak for him and he knew it.
“Alright.” He looked up at you with expecting eyes, holding back a shit-eating grin, “Alright what..?” You sighed for the 2nd time within the span of 45 seconds, “Ugh... Master.” The single word uttered out from your pretty lips had his entire body shuddering, fighting back the blush on his face, he leaned his back towards you teasingly, his ego had been very clearly stroked, “That’s right. I’m your master; so come on and get to it! Don’t make your master wait~” He added, clearly enjoying your misery. You pouted, where did the worried Kokichi go?
Turning to face the crowd that seemed to be staring at you while you flirted talked normally with Kokichi, you felt your frills shuffle with each movement you made. You closed your eyes in preparation, making a mental note never to make a bet with Kokichi, ever. “Do I have to get on my knees?” He smiled cheerfully, “It’s part of the deal~” ‘Nishishi’ing as dread washed over your face.
Everyone watched in anticipation, some with concern, but mostly the former— as you got on your knees, the skirt neatly pleating on the ground.
Disgruntled, you uttered out a small, “If you tickle me, I will… I- “ You looked back at Kokichi, a look of, ‘Do I have to do this?’ contorting on your face as you stared at him pleadingly, dying inside when he nodded frantically like a child at a candy store.
“... S-say hee hee and prance around like a rainbow lollipop on a cloud of unicorn wishes.“ You flinched , the entire class had suddenly started howling and rushing towards you—most likely to tickle you—, but right before a giddy Angie and a determined Tenko could get their hands on you, Kokichi suddenly spoke up, stopping them in their tracks. “Hey! She’s not allowed to be touched by mutts like you, so get back!” He brutally spat, voice scratching from the force of his words.
Kaito immediately took the opportunity to ask you out as Kokichi’s occupied with the others, not hesitating for a second. Tapping on your shoulder, a shy smile adorning Kaito’s face as he awkwardly shuffled, “Hey S/o..! Do you maybe wanna, um..” Kokichi swiftly popped out from underneath your skirt as if this was a routinely thing, standing in between you and Kaito. “What the hell-” Kaito recoiled back in shock, had he just been hiding under there?? Kokichi looked at you, before looking back at him.
You were sure if looks could kill, Kaito would’ve been dead a year ago. “Hey. You know she’s mine, yeah?” Kokichi spoke with a dead-cold look on his face, before almost immediately contorting back into his usual mischievous smile, “... My personal maid, of course! Nishishi!” Kaito stared Kokichi down, in which Kokichi simply glared back in amusement, the same smile staying onto his face. Irking, Kaito discontentedly walked away, shortly after Kokichi had won the stare-down.
Exhaling loudly, his smile fell off his face as well as the breath he kept in, a neutral expression replacing his grin as he stared back at you, “You know, this whole thing is getting kinda boring, let’s just leave.” He tried putting on his signature charming grin, but you could see the way his teeth clenched. It seemed Kaito asking you out had a bigger effect on him than he wanted to admit.
Despite teasing and asking him if he was worried and/or jealous on the way to a secluded area, he persists, staying stubborn and brushing it off. “It just wasn’t as fun as I thought! Now stop nagging me and hurry uuuuup! You’re such a slowpoke.” Perking up, he suddenly remembered something, “Oh wait! That’s an order, right? So you have to obey.” Rolling your eyes, you jolted as an idea suddenly found its way to your head.
Flashing a mischievous smirk in his direction, you left him bewildered as you started sprinting across the field. “Wh- Hey! Haha, what the fuck!?” He cackled at how stupid you looked, throwing your heels across the field somewhere as you stumbled from the length of the dress, still running to god knows where.
His laughing suddenly halted as he witnessed the way you took a large leap and stepped on your dress, tumbling down as you did.“Stooop! You’re gonna actually hurt yourself, seriousl-! …” Kokichi suddenly fell silent as you fell on your face, only sounds of him choking back holding back his own loud laughter. But the boy could only hold back for so long, and as you raised your head from the field, you could hear him just fucking losing it.
Turning around and glaring directly at him, you stumbled back to your feet, jogging towards one of your lost heels before hurling it directly at Kokichi’s stomach. “Take that you little shit!” Now you were the one laughing at his misery. In the end the heel didn’t do what you wanted it to, as he just kept on laughing, only now wheezing from the hilarity of the situation and for the air you knocked out of him.
Hearing his crazy horse laughter fill the air, you couldn’t help but laugh just as loud, along with him. You jogged up to his hysterical figure, falling down next to him, your own giggles mingling in with his. He turned his head to you, pointing at your face weakly, before throwing his head back and laughing even louder.
Eventually, the laughter calmed, both of you just bathing in the afterglow of the extreme euphoria you both had felt. Kokichi turned his head again, staring at you in thought. Noticing his eyes, you took your eyes off the sky, catching his seemingly whipped gaze, “What?”
He smiled, “Even though you look like a maid who had just went through hell to try and escape her traumatizing slave prison life, you still look cute.” Admitting with no hesitation and way too many details, he watched in amusement as your face flushed. “And borderline sexy too. I am loving the sexy prisoner look.” He added, catching you off guard as you flushed even harder.
He sighed lovingly, “You know, I’d gladly pay you to stay in that dress... And I’m not lying.” You scoffed and looked at him in disbelief, Kokichi frowning back, “Hey! Don’t look at me like that! You know damn well, you look hot in those tights.” He drifted his eyes lower and lower, tilting his head to get a better view- before you suddenly chopped him.
Wincing from the hit, he started bawling, “Uwah! How meeeaan! And to do that to your master too! How could you!?” Here come the waterworks. You only grimaced, right before decreasing your face in defeat, deciding to play along, “Fine. I’m sorry then,” Sighing, “Master.” You groaned out, clearly unhappy with the title Kokichi had forced on himself. Kokichi went light-headed as soon as he heard that word come out your lips, smiling like a goof, he only gawked at you.
Shooting your head back to him, you were concerned as to why he was suddenly quiet. Was there something wrong with him? Did he pass out? “Master?” You called him by his title, shaking his tiny figure. The expression on his face showed pure bliss, “Just kiss me already.”
He snapped out of it for a second, eyes darting to yours. You glared at him, in which he simply glared back, a challenging smirk on his face, differing greatly from his expression from earlier, “That’s an order~”
Blinking at the statement, you gave in to your demise, slowly leaning down to kiss his forehead lightly, a flush on your face. Pressing your lips lightly against his skin, you pulled away shortly, lingering no longer than you had to. However short it was, that alone seemed to do it for him, as you swore you saw hearts shoot out from the spot in which you pecked.
Giggling strangely, he rested on the field, completely surrendering his body to the earth as he went limp. “Nishi… My maid loooves me!” You stayed silent at the bold remark, wanting to refute but you knew he’d just figure out your lies.
... Even so, you refused to admit it, “You fucking wish.” Snorting, you pushed his face away from you gently, cackling as you heard his whining.
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Hi! I’m here to bring you yet another Danganronpa tier list: the sexuality tier list, which you can find here.
Now I’m going to be honest here: I don’t really have any LGBT headcanons. It’s just not really something I focus on much when it comes to fandoms. Instead I usually just focus on ships, and as a result from that I tend to present a lot of characters as LGBT in fanfictions and posts I’ve made or reblogged. In other words, a massive chunk of my “headcanons” here are a direct result of shipping (as well as information I’ve picked up from the games themselves). That being said, it was interesting to actually think about this for once, so I’m kinda glad I did the tier list. And it gave me an excuse to bring back the rainbow color scheme I usually put in my tier lists for aesthetic reasons.
The original tier list had Straight at the top, but I moved it to the bottom for two reasons. One, this is Tumblr and that’s not what you’re here for. Two, I gave it a neutral color, and having a gray section next to a white section (i.e. the title of the list) like that looked bad to me. I definitely prefer this setup just on aesthetic alone.
Because this is largely based on ships, I feel it needs to be said that representation does not factor into this chart in any way. I know it probably looks bad that the only character in the Lesbian category is one of my least favorite (though NOT hated or even disliked, I should point out) characters in the main series. That has nothing to do with the fact that she’s a lesbian. She’s just a jerk, and usually not in a way that’s at least entertaining enough for me to like her.
Also keep in mind that this is just the main cast of the main series games. If you were to include characters from the DR3 anime, UDG, or the spin-offs, the Gay, Lesbian, and Ace categories would get more rep, certainly. Think Juzo, Yui, Takemichi, that gay guy with the trumpet, etc.
With that said, let’s go through the list:
Gay
Not gonna lie, one of the reasons why Rantaro is here (and not in Ace) is because of ships. Though I do sometimes ship him with girls, canon suggests he’s not interested in dating girls, and most fans seem to headcanon him as either gay or ace because of this, so I respected that. That being said, I also acknowledge he’s a very popular character in mlm ships, and at the time I was putting this together I hadn’t gotten to Taka yet so the Gay tier was still empty, and Byakuya was already sitting in Ace, so all of that swayed me to putting Rantaro here instead of Ace.
Taka was much easier to place here. He strikes me as a closeted gay man who probably doesn’t even realize he is gay. “Hey, let’s all hang out in the bath, guys! Getting naked is essential to form bonds with your fellow man! No need to be ashamed, it’s tradition!"
Lesbian
Again, ships. I only ship Hiyoko with one other character, and as soon as I say that you already know who she is.
Bisexual (Male Preference)
Akane is mostly here to account for any wlw ships I may have of her (e.g. Hina, Sonia maybe). Obviously she has a thing with Nekomaru, so Male Preference.
Chiaki is here for the same reason as Akane. I’ve shipped her with characters like Sonia and Ibuki before, but she really digs Hajime.
Chihiro honestly could have been anywhere in the Bi and Pan sections, but I ultimately went with Male Preference because of ships, specifically the fact that outside of the more... R18 circles of the Interwebs Chihiro tends to be shipped with guys more often than girls. Also doesn’t hurt that my OTP is Naehiro. I mean, have you seen how often Chihiro blushes around Makoto? (There’s more to it than that, as I’ve covered in the past. I’m just trying to add more fuel to the fire.)
Himiko is probably one of the few characters that isn’t here mainly because of ships. I do think she has some attachment towards Tenko, but I also get “I’m uncomfortable around her” vibes from her, and there are moments where she seems to crush on Kokichi (of all people) so that’s why she’s here. Still very much bi, though.
Hina has a crush on Makoto and has a complex around wishing she was more feminine so she can attract boys. So why isn’t she in the Straight section? ...Because Sakura, duh. And Kyoko too. And any other wlw ship you can think of that might work with Hina.
Honestly if it wasn’t for Miu I probably would have considered putting Kokichi in Gay. Again, while shipping plays a big part of my choices here, much like with Rantaro I have no qualms with putting a character in a tier that contradicts any ships I might have with that character, if those ships aren’t something I’m super invested in. This is a very important distinction, because it’s why I let ships sway my hand for so many of these even if I am also okay with going “Just because I ship this doesn’t mean I headcanon it” as I did with Rantaro. And honestly Kokichi’s ship teasing with Himiko does come off as more trollish than a sign that he’s into her, but he really gets into his back-and-forth with Miu, in my personal opinion, and he gets into it far more often with her for that matter. It’s why it’s one of my favorite ships for both of them tbh, and it’s because I like the ship so much that I just can’t ignore it for this sexuality headcanon tier list.
Maki... is here because of ships (e.g. Kaede).
Sakura... is here because of ships (e.g. Hina). ...What, you were expecting me to put a guy in the example? Remember, she has a boyfriend in canon.
Sayaka... is here because of... NOT ships, but DRAT. Yes, really. (”We really got down and dirty, Naegi-kun.”)
Sonia... strikes me as someone who swings both ways. I can’t describe exactly why I feel that way, but yes.
Bisexual (No Preference)
Celeste wants a harem of vampire boys but shipping her with Kyoko is also very popular and honestly i feel like it would fit her character. She’s got a look that says “I could get any ass I want and I know it.”
Ibuki is decked out in blues and pinks, and also I ship her fairly evenly among both boys and girls. She just screams bi icon to me, more so than any other character in the series.
Junko is either bi with no preferences or pan. She is an equal opportunity heart-and-soul-breaker and lust-for-despair machine.
There is no Mukuro in this list, but honestly I would probably put her where I put Junko anyway.
Kaede... is here because of ships (e.g. Miu, Maki)
Honestly I had no idea where to put Kirumi, so I just randomly chose one that I wouldn’t regret later if I ever put more thought into who I shipped her with.
I’m pretty sure Nagito being bisexual has some degree of canon attached to it??? I think??? I’m not entirely sure tbh, but fuck it. I’m doing this for fun anyway, so this doesn’t really matter.
Shuichi, like all Danganronpa protags, is bi as fuck. I also find him to be more shippable with guys than the other two protags, so IMO he has no preference.
Toko might have a thing or two for pretty boys, but... Komaru, I mean, this isn’t exactly shocking, I don’t think. Probably was closeted before she met Komaru. I mean she did focus on Hina’s boobs a lot in DR1, let’s not forget.
Tsumugi, much like Kirumi, is here because I haven’t put much thought into her ships.
Bisexual (Female Preference)
Gundham has a thing with Sonia in canon, but I can see him being bi. So... yeah, ships again.
Hajime, like all Danganronpa protags, is bi as fuck. It’s just that his Chiaki and Mikan game is just too strong.
Hifumi might claim to only like 2D, but his interest in Chihiro both in human form and computer program form (and the fact that this didn’t go away after the gender reveal) places him here.
Kaito strikes me as a closeted bisexual. The kind that could start any given conversation with “I’m not gay, but...”
Kazuichi also strikes me as a closeted bisexual, only his “I’m not gay, but...” is rooted more in dumbass than it is in systematic homophobia.
Korekiyo... is here because of ships (e.g. Rantaro).
Kyoko is bi as fuck, and I can see her having a preference towards girls in particular. She gets shipped with girls a lot (e.g. Celeste, Hina, Yui, and even Junko and Mukuro), and when she is shipped with boys it’s usually just pretty boys (e.g. Makoto, Byakuya, Ryota, Shuichi, and, depending on your interpretation, Chihiro). Also note that aside from Makoto and maybe Byakuya, Kyoko’s girl ships are far more popular than her boy ships. Just something I’ve noticed over the years.
Leon... is here because of ships (e.g. Chihiro).
Mahiru is here because I’m pretty sure she has a thing for Hajime in her FTEs, but obviously she tends to get shipped with girls more often (especially Hiyoko), and I agree.
Makoto, like all Danganronpa protags, is bi as fuck. It’s just that his Kyoko, Hina, Sayaka, and Mukuro game is just too strong.
Mikan may be interested in Hajime somewhat, but her obsession with Junko cannot be ignored, no matter how much some of you may want to.
Mondo is another character that strikes me as a closeted bisexual. He is said to strike out all the time with girls, so I do think he’s attracted to women. And I do get some vibes that he’s attracted to Chihiro pre-reveal. And if circumstances had been different, I imagine he probably still would have been post-reveal. But obviously it’s his bond with Taka that I feel cements his sexuality in, at the very least, an mlm category.
Tenko... is here NOT because of ships, but because I’m pretty sure she’s at least sort of interested in Shuichi because of some canon thing... and also I don’t want to put her in Lesbian just because it feels like I’d be stereotyping the Lesbian category if I do that. If we were to compare her to the character that I did put in Lesbian, Hiyoko doesn’t treat people like shit because they’re men, she’s an equal-opportunity asshole. Still not the best representation for lesbians by a long shot, but at least Hiyoko doesn’t follow the stereotype of a man-hating lesbian. She’s just like that, and that’s okay. But putting Tenko there, especially if she’s shown some degree of interest in a male character at some point in the game, just rubs me the wrong way personally, because it would feel like I’m ignoring canon just to stereotype her. But that’s just a personal hang up of mine. No disrespect intended toward anyone who genuinely feels that Tenko is a lesbian. Maybe you see something there that I don’t, and that’s perfectly fine.
Pansexual
I don’t remember exactly how her FTEs went, so I’m not going to get into that, but Angie just comes off as pan to me, like gender doesn’t fit into the equation at all for her.
Gonta I can see as either pan or ace. I feel like he wouldn’t care about gender, and honestly the only reason I decided to put him in Pan rather than Ace is because of that scene with Miu.
Imposter is not only pan, they are currently OT3ing it up with Ibuki and Ryota as we speak, and that’s a fact.
Keebo... is mostly here because of ships. A lot of ships, actually. Mostly male ships (Kokichi, Shuichi, Kazuichi, and, depending on your interpretation, Chihiro) but there’s also Miu to consider. And the Miu game is SO strong that I put him in Pan instead of, say, Male Preference.
Just gonna lump them together because I have the same thing to say about both of them: Miu and Teruteru would **** anything that walks. What did I censor? Well, I’m doing the Nier: Automata thing, so you can put whatever you want in there and trust me, it would probably fit, for better or for worse.
Ace
I know this is an unpopular opinion, because Naegami, but I just don’t think Byakuya is interested in anyone, at least not in that way. He might be fascinated with how common people live, because it’s so foreign to him, but that’s about it.
Straight
Even though I do ship Fuyuhiko with some of the boys, his Peko game is so strong that honestly I can’t see him actually dating anyone aside from Peko outside of some very niche fanfiction.
Honestly, Hiro was another one that I was just like “I have no idea what to do with you.” I think maybe his team up with Kanon made me eventually choose to put him in Straight? I don’t remember. I clearly didn’t put much thought into Hiro.
I really only ship Nekomaru with Akane, so that’s why he’s here. I’m sure if I dive deep enough into my psyche I can pull an mlm ship with Nekomaru in it out of my ass, but like Rantaro that wouldn’t be significant enough to change anything.
Peko is in the same boat as Fuyuhiko. I have shipped her with girls before, but her Fuyuhiko game is just too strong.
Ryoma had a girlfriend once, and as far as I can remember he didn’t really seem interested in anybody in the game, so that’s all I have to go off of for him.
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So there you have it. Explanations for literally all of them! Explanations that were definitely not pulled out of my ass as I was typing them, nope, certainly not. Definitely won’t be tagging all of them, but I may tag the ones with the longest entries. And like all the tier lists I’ve done, this was just for fun and honestly any opinion I have for any of these characters could change at a moment’s notice because my brain is fickle like that. Tried my best to make sure that every tier had at least one character in it, but I did so without trying to force characters in places that I personally did not believe they should go. I hope you all enjoyed my dive into this area of fandom that I rarely dive into (the LGBT headcanons, not the ships, obviously). It was a lot of fun, and hopefully it will stay fun and not result in angry anons blasting me for my opinions. I am grateful that this never seems to happen to me, but I’ve seen it happen to others and I know what Tumblr is capable of at its worst. These are just headcanons and a matter of personal opinion, and if you disagree with them, that’s perfectly okay. Your feelings and opinions are also valid.
#dangan ronpa#tier list#rantarou amami#kiyotaka ishimaru#hiyoko saionji#chihiro fujisaki#himiko yumeno#aoi asahina#kokichi ouma#kyouko kirigiri#mondo oowada#tenko chabashira#kiibo#miu iruma#teruteru hanamura#ended up tagging anyone who (at least in the editor) has four or more lines of text in their entry#or in hiyoko's case because i mention her a lot outside of her entry
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Hi, here are some Saved!LOV hcs!
Shoto definitely has to hold Touya back from hurting Enji when he gets his quirk-cancelling cuffs off. He gently reminds him "we don't want the cuffs to come back off, Touya. I just got my brother back, I don't want you go be sent away again" and Touya is guilty into restraining himself. Rinse and repeat.
Touya lived with Natsuo, sometimes staying over at Fuyumi's apartment. He visits his mom once he's diagnosed "not a threat to her mental/physical well-being".
Tenko lives at UA, solely because he refuses to be separated from Izuku and Aizawa. Izuku saved him, and he has to stay near him. Or he'd throw a fit.
Tenko had to do special training to get his decay under control, to the point where it only unwillingly comes out when he's feeling intense emotion. He still wears gloves though.
Him and Eri get along swimmingly. Eri thought they looked like siblings, and immediately they became best friends.
He later moved to like a group house with the other former LOV members, but it was several years down the line, when he was considered fully rehabilitated.
Himiko also lived at UA, but got her restrictions removed much quicker. She was surprisingly cooperative, and was happy when she got to use her quirk for something other than murder, like gathering intel.
Whenever she got stabby, Ochaco reminded her, "if you hurt anyone, they're gonna send you back to the hospital, Himi-chan," that name sent butterflies down her stomach, "or even worse, Tartarus. You'll never see I or Izuku-kun ever again, do you want that?" And she'd shake her head, because no, she didn't, she just wanted to be loved."Then let's not stab people, okay, Himi-chan? Let's find more productive ways to release all that anger, hmm? Maybe knitting!" And she'd nod. Because it made her happy, and she liked seeing Ochaco happy.
Shoto, Ochaco and Izuku are literally these three's number one defenders. Fuck with them, or make an insensitive comment? Your body will not be found. Try to make them react so they're sent away? Have fun six feet under.
Oboro got it off the easiest. Considering he didn't really do anything, Kurogiri did. He was still under watch for a while, and moved in with Aizawa and Mic.
Aizawa and Mic tried to regain Oboro's memories of them, but it was a long process. Before memories, he had to learn how to be a person, how to move, how to speak, how to eat. Everything a human does, he had to re-learn.
Spinner was the easiest. He got the hang of things shamefully quick, and spent a lot of time in the support department, giving design ideas for hero costumes.
Spinner and Hatsume get along swimmingly, and she's the only person that doesn't seem even the slightest bit perturbed around the former villians, and she adjusted to their presence easily. She treated them like people, and they really appreciate it.
Honestly there’s nothing I can add to this this are all perfect tysm
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Alright, this was actually sitting in my Google docs for a month or two. But I finally finished it, that being said. I hope you enjoy it!
WARNING: This fanfiction contains manga spoilers.
[ You met Tomura when you were attempting to run away from two bullies and despite witnessing one of them turn to dust by Tomura's hand. You maintained an odd but meaningful friendship with him until you were forced to relocate. Now years later, Tomura suddenly remembers you when he sees you on the news and he's determined to track you down in order to resume his friendship with you. Even if that means blackmailing you into staying. ]
"You will now be known as Tomura Shigaraki…" those were the very words that changed his life. Separated him from the rest of society and stirred that deep-seething rage within him. However, this was something you had yet to know.
Especially being the age you were when you first met the boy formerly known as Tenko Shimura. The other kids weren't so fond of him. In fact, you heard many rumors, some of which you didn't believe before you even laid eyes on him.
Like how Tomura was the neighborhood creepy kid and wore extra hands, whatever that meant. You honestly weren't sure and maybe you were just looking for trouble when you began asking questions. Like where does the creepy kid live and what makes him so scary?
The other children would provide you with answers, but their tales seemed too embellished for your liking. In fact, they sounded like something out of a fairy tale. But given the fact that the world itself was the mirror image of a comic book where most were gifted with some type of quirk.
Where heroes, villains, and vigilantes sought out their own form of justice, maybe it wasn't too far-fetched to believe some parts of the stories. Of course, even so. You understood what it was like to be considered an outcast considering your parents were well-known heroes
This, in turn, made the other kids assume you thought highly of yourself. But in reality, you didn't have that much self-confidence. But that didn't stop the other kids from bullying you which caused your fateful meeting with Tomura.
You were on your way to school when it happened. Despite your quirk being rather impressive, you still couldn't control it and your parents strictly forbid you from using it. This was in part due to the fear that if their child illegally used their quirk and harmed someone as a result. Their reputation would be ruined.
You wished you didn't feel obligated to play by the rules considering you found yourself running down the sidewalk with two bullies hot on your tail. You stumbled over your own feet a few times but forced your legs to continue carrying you.
Their mocking cries were still so close and you glanced around. Trying to figure out where you could possibly hide or at least stray them off your trail. However, you noticed that the buildings were becoming more decayed the further you ran down the sidewalk.
The normal bright red bricks you were used to seeing were now dull, covered in layers of slime and dirt. The windows to several buildings and houses were cracked or completely broken. Some even had wooden boards up in place of windows.
You slowed your pace, panting softly as you glanced at a wooden fence ahead of you. Planks of wood were sticking out crudely, only being held in place by a rusty nail or two. You glanced over your shoulder, the haunting smirks of your bullies caused another shiver down your spine and you took your chances running for the fence.
"Come on, come on!" you frantically exclaimed, trying desperately to find a space to squeeze through. You then began to pull at several planks, hoping one of them would snap off. Surely enough, after trying a few. You ended up stumbling back when one of them finally gave way.
Unfortunately, you only managed to break off half of it but there was still enough of an opening for you to climb through. "Yes!" you exclaimed in victory before tossing the now half-broken plank to the ground and quickly rose back to your feet.
It was a little difficult, but you managed to step halfway through the opening before you were suddenly pulled back. Your head smacked into the portion of the plank that had remained intact. 'Come back out you coward!' one of the bullies shouted as their grip on your wrist tightened.
"Let go of me!" you demanded as you dug your feet into the ground, you refused to get pulled back through. To be subjected to whatever unnecessary punishment they wanted to put you through. You pressed your foot against the fence and pulled with all your might.
Such was not an easy task for someone so small, but you found yourself stumbling back and onto the ground. A soft hiss came as you lifted your arm, noticing a series of deep red scratches that were left along the length of your forearm, more than likely the last attempt from your bullies to keep holding onto you.
However, this was forgotten when you saw their faces in the frame of the broken part of the fence. 'There they are! We're coming for you, Y/n!" one of them stated and you frantically got up to run. But yet again you found yourself stumbling back when you hit something and ended up back on the ground.
"H-Huh?" you frowned, feeling tears begin to form in the corners of your eyes before you saw him. He was tall and looked slightly malnourished, his skin was pale and he appeared to be hunched over. He had ear-length black hair but you couldn't see his face given the fact a hand was covering it.
Actually, several hands were covering him. Around his throat, shoulders, and down the length of his arms. You couldn't help the scream that escaped you, it was like you were looking at someone from a horror game.
'Is this...' any thoughts halted when the boy tilted his head and began to observe you. Then he lifted his arm, that's when you noticed his long thin-looking fingers and the way his nails were bitten and uneven. He took a step towards you and you closed your eyes.
Expecting to feel that hand somewhere on your body, yet he paused when he heard the commotion caused by the bullies that were kicking and punching at the wooden fence. ‘Come back out, Y/n!’ they shouted again and you felt a shiver run down your spine as you watched one of them attempt to squeeze through the opening you created.
This resulted in their body sticking halfway through. It didn't make you feel any better knowing that the fence was shaking and you suspected that at any moment, it would collapse. You turned back to...oh God. What was his name!? At that moment in your life, it didn’t matter.
You found yourself stumbling to your feet, ignoring the dirt you were covered in and those scratches on your arm that continued to sting. With no rational thought left, you reached out to grasp the front of the mysterious boy’s shirt.
You couldn’t see his facial expression, but you did notice his body language. The way his arms went back and his spine curved so he was leaning away from you as if he either didn't want you to touch him or he didn't want to touch you.
But regardless of that, you leaned close to him or as close as you could without touching the hand that was placed over his face. “Help me please!” you frantically exclaimed as your hands trembled, somewhat losing their grip on his shirt as you turned back to see someone’s foot go through one of the wooden boards that made up the fence.
You turned back and shook the boy. “Help!” you pleaded once again before feeling something hit the back of your head, you let out a cry and reached up to grasp the back of your hair. “Hey!” you shouted as you removed your remaining hand from the boy’s shirt and turned around to see the damage done to the fence.
Chunks of wood were missing and cracks were visible in several planks. The bullies were now stepping through the broken fence with wicked smiles on their faces, ‘Nowhere to run now’ one of them said as they began to stomp towards you. However, the second bully stopped them by grasping onto their shoulder.
‘Wait, look…’ they pointed towards the mysterious boy you had run into and you turned to look at him, wondering what was so wrong. He looked scary, maybe even creepy but he couldn’t be dangerous. Right? How wrong you’d find out you were.
Still, you turned your attention back on the bullies. Watching as the first one smacked that hand off their shoulder. ‘So what!? That Shigaraki is a freak! Not like he��ll do anything, come on!’ they grabbed the other's arm and beelined for you.
A whimper escaped as you took a step back, holding your hands out which seemed to catch Shigaraki's attention and he found himself observing you once more. However, this didn't last long as the leading bully proceeded to shove him out of the way.
You wanted to shout, but all sense of courage left you when one of the bullies grabbed your arm and roughly pulled you forward. You could hear the soft pops of your bone echo as your arm was stretched out.
"Let go!" you demanded as you tried to yank your arm back, but the bully seemed unphased. The second bully walked over and reached out to grab a section of your hair before giving a painful yank which caused you to let out a hiss.
‘Gonna cry?!’ they taunted. ‘Aren’t your parents pro heroes? You’re pretty weak, huh?!’ you squeezed your eyes shut, curling your free hand into a fist. You wanted to hurt them, somehow make them pay for what they were doing to you.
But if you wanted to be a future hero, violent actions wouldn’t necessarily vote well for you. So would you just have to take your beating and move on? ‘We’ll teach you to mess with us,’ you could feel that hand tighten in your hair before they stepped back.
What followed was you catching the scent of something burning and you were quick to realize it was their quirk. That's when fear overpowered your anger especially as you watched those flames in the palm of their hand grow bigger.
You squeezed your eyes shut, just waiting for the burning impact of that fire. But, it never came. Instead, you felt the grip on your arm loosen. “Huh?” you slowly cracked your eyes open and noticed the bully with the flame quirk was now backing away with their hands up. Almost as if they were scared or surrendering.
Then you turned to look at the bully who was loosely holding your arm. They looked shocked, their eyes wide and their jaw hanging open. You almost wanted to ask if they were okay when you noticed their skin and hair turning brown. Then cracks began to appear across the length of their body.
A gasp came when you then watched them turn gray and crumble to dust. Their pressure on your arm now vanished and you watched as that dust brushed over your arm and mixed with the dirt on the ground below.
You pulled your hand back, cradling it to your chest. “W-What just happened?” you muttered in disbelief, your eyes focused on that dust pile before you noticed a shadow. Swallowing, you slowly raised your head and saw the one known as 'Shigaraki' standing before you.
His hand was outstretched and you took a step back. ‘I’m getting out of here! You’re a freak man!’ your attention was now turned to the second bully who wasted no time in running in the direction they came from.
You were holding your breath as you watched them squeeze back through one of the broken sections of the fence. The echo of their steps sounded as they ran down the sidewalk and you finally let out a sigh before looking back at Shigaraki.
“Um…” you weren’t sure what to say, but he did technically save you even though you weren’t entirely sure how he did so in the first place. A gentle breeze came to carry the pile of dust away and you took a step forward.
“What was...that?" the question lingered in the air without an answer before you reached up to rub the back of your head. "T-Thanks for...saving me, I guess?” more silence filled the air and for a moment you wondered if Shigaraki could even talk, he didn’t say anything when you bumped into him and he wasn’t saying anything now.
“M-My name is…Y/n, what’s yours?” you only knew part of his name so far, but it didn’t seem like he was willing to speak to you. He only tilted his head to the side. Did he understand what you were saying, or was he observing you again?
“Uh…” you glanced to the side, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. What else could you say? You glanced down at his hands, once again reminded of how slender his fingers were and without thinking, you reached over.
Gently grasping his hand, you turned it slightly in your palm. But when you felt him tense up, you blinked and looked up. “Hm?” you were surprised that you had gotten that kind of reaction from him. “Are you...does this make you uncomfortable?” you questioned and watched as he slowly shook his head, then you heard his voice.
It was soft but scratchy, barely audible. Yet somehow you managed to understand him. “Why…” he began, making you grow more concerned as he began to tremble. “Why...are you touching me?!” the question was hissed out and you immediately dropped his hand. “S-Sorry!” you exclaimed as you held your hands up.
“I was only-” your words came to a stop when a shadowy figure appeared behind Shigaraki, while you weren’t sure what or who it was. You felt an intense wave of fear wash over you and tried to fight the feeling of your stomach twisting into knots.
More than likely that was your gut feeling telling you to run far away despite the fact of not knowing what you were seeing, but then the shadow spoke. “Tomura…” it said and you recognized the voice as belonging to a male, but his tone was deep and held a certain amount of authority to it that you knew shouldn’t be crossed.
So you remained quiet and latched onto your lip. But your eyes never left the shadowed man. But the sound of Tomura’s voice was distracting and caused you to turn your attention towards him and maybe you were too young to understand why he called the man, “Master.”
But either way, you felt small at that moment and brought your hands up to your chest. You watched as the man Tomura called 'master' reached down to laid his rather large hand against the top of his head.
“You did well,” the man said before his eerie laughter filled the air, making you take a step back. But you ended up stumbling over your feet and yet again found yourself falling to the ground. A soft hiss escaped you as you tried to push yourself back up, missing how the man frowned.
Then he slowly approached you, kneeling down to offer a friendly hand to you. “Y/n,” the way he spoke your name sent a chill down your spine and you immediately froze, no longer caring about that outstretched hand.
“It’s quite a pleasure to meet the child of one of the local heroes here, though I do hope they watch their backs.” the threat seemed to go over your head. But you still sensed there was more to his words and glanced at Tomura who for the moment seemed frozen in place.
Was this his father, his caretaker maybe? How could someone stand to be near someone so...scary? Maybe you’d never fully understand it, but you found yourself crawling away from the man. Effectively distancing yourself from him.
Luckily he seemed to take the hint and slowly rose back to his feet. “Pity,” was the only word he spoke before turning to Tomura. “Come,” he said, almost as if the young boy was a dog. But the single command was all it took for him to move.
You paused and watched from your position on the ground as the two of them made their way to the closest building. The door gave an eerie squeak as it opened and as the man walked inside, you caught a glimpse of what he looked like.
Though you couldn’t make out his face or hair. You could see he looked just like a regular man and he was wearing a black suit and tie. Then your eyes shifted to Tomura who wasted no time in stepping through the doorway. However, he stopped and turned around to look at you, or at least you assume he was.
You weren't entirely sure at first but that burning sensation that began to overwhelm you was the only confirmation you needed to know you were correct and you couldn't help but feel a tad uncomfortable the longer those eyes were on you.
You wrapped your arms around yourself and glanced away as if that would shake the feeling of being some type of prey. Part of you wondered if he was as bad as his ‘master.’ You weren't sure if you wanted to find out and yet, you found yourself wondering if you’d ever see him again.
After a few more moments, he finally turned and closed the door behind him. Leaving you in the empty courtyard covered in dirt and scratches. You slowly turned to look at the fence, the images of what occurred just moments earlier fresh in your mind.
But at least you now knew the weird kid everyone spoke about and a few weeks later, you found the courage to return to that very same courtyard. The fence was still broken but at least it made it easier to climb through.
You keep your hands close to your chest as you ventured further into the area, pausing only to look at the buildings around you. One of the buildings, in particular, had a small balcony and you flinched when you saw Tomura standing here.
Unlike the previous time you saw him, those hands were absent from his body. Your eyes widened as you took note of his face, the most outstanding feature of which was his piercing red eyes. You could faintly make out the wrinkled skin that surrounded those eyes and his lips which also had scarring.
His hands were curled around the metal railing of the balcony, but only three out of five of his fingers were touching it. But those eyes continued to stare at you as the silence kept growing. A gentle breeze came and you watched his unruly black hair carry with it.
Your throat tightened as you tried to think of what you could possibly say to him. “Uh...” you brought your hands up, tapping your index fingers together. “H-Hi?” you almost hated how you stuttered, but your greeting was only returned with an angry expression.
'Oh...' you thought before nervously glancing back and forth. He wasn't responding, what else could you do? You swallowed and took another step forward. "Do...you remember me?" you asked, watching as Tomura tilted his head. "I was here before…" you continued.
"You saved me from those bullies?" he had to remember. Yet again silence filled the air. "I saw your...master?" Maybe if you talked about him, Tomura would feel obligated to start or continue the conversation?
"Is he your father? He's pretty scary an-" Tomura tightened his grip on the railing and dangerously leaned over it. "Don't insult my master!" his voice was high and slightly raspy, but even so. It caught you completely off guard and you stood there like a deer in the headlights.
'So his voice really does sound like that,' you thought, not that it was bad. But what happened next completely threw you off guard and made you take a step back, you were tempted to run but something kept you where you were.
The fact that Tomura had wrapped all five of his fingers around the railing was seemingly normal. But to watch that perfectly fine metal grow rusty within a matter of seconds right before your eyes and then crumble to dust wasn’t.
Your hands clamped over your mouth as you watched that dust be carried off by the wind, just like that bully. Your eyes quickly looked back at Tomura who slowly turned and began to walk down the stairs that were attached to the balcony.
You remained where you were, just watching as the boy proceeded to walk over towards you. More silence filled the air before you glanced to the side. “Uh…” you weren’t sure what to say and the fact Tomura was staring at you in such an intense way made you somewhat uneasy.
But even so, you felt the desire to ask him the question that was threatening to burst from you. The rumors may have been true and maybe Tomura wasn’t the most friendly, but he still saved you, and you were hoping for a new friend.
Having someone to protect you wouldn’t hurt either. “Do you want to be my friend!?” you shouted, taking a step closer and invading his space much more than you intended but Tomura didn’t move back. You partly found that strange when you realized just how close you were to him.
Just inches away from his face and yet close enough to feel the warmth of each other’s breath. “Friend?" Tomura questioned as if the word was foreign to him and you assumed it was. Still, you nodded. “Don’t you want a friend, what do you do um...all by yourself?” you questioned as you shyly took a step away from him.
Feeling a soft flush wash over your cheeks as you placed your hands behind your back. You heard a frustrated growl before Tomura reached up to scratch at his neck which would have been normal if it didn’t seem like he was digging his nails far too deep.
Leaving behind almost bloody lines. “Are you okay?” you questioned as you reached out to take hold of his hands, but he ripped them away from your grip moments later. “Don’t touch me!” he hissed out, making you flinch in the process.
“Sorry!” you said as you raised your hands up, trying to show you meant no harm. He muttered something under his breath, though you couldn’t make out the words. You assumed they were about you. But maybe he was too afraid to touch anything with his hands considering what happened to the railing.
“Are you...afraid of your quirk?” you hadn’t actually intended for the question to slip, but it was too late to take back now. “None of your business!” Tomura hissed and for a moment you wondered if he was going to hurt you because he stepped closer to you with his hands raised up as if he were ready to choke you.
But instead, he paused and lowered them. “Why don’t you just leave, master won’t be happy that you’re here,” you blinked, there he was using the term ‘master’ again. He turned to walk away but you reached out, grabbing hold of his hand.
“I said don’t touch me!” he snapped as he tried to pull his arm back which caused you to tighten your grip, you were not letting go and Tomura seemed surprised at this. His red orbs widened with curiosity before that anger returned.
“Let go!” he demanded as he began to flail his arm up and down, but your grip remained. “Your quirk isn’t hurting me!” you exclaimed and all at once he came to a pause. He narrowed his eyes and you felt a chill go down your spine when he looked at you.
His eyebrows were slit and his jaw was slightly clenched as if he wanted to say something but also wouldn’t allow himself to. But somehow, you found yourself smiling and squeezed his hand. Though you didn’t realize the actual danger you were putting yourself in by touching the hand of someone with an unstable quirk.
Especially having witnessed how it worked on top of that. But, Tomura seemed to take that reassuring squeeze well and glanced at your conjoined hands. “You’re just like…” his words came to a pause and he looked back at you before pulling his hand out of your grip.
“You really wanna be friends with me!?” he snapped and though you were a little saddened by the fact he pulled away, you nodded. Tomura clenched his jaw and his hands curled into fists. “Why would I want to be friends with anyone!?” he snapped as he stomped his foot against the ground causing you to flinch back.
“Uh...b-because…” you frantically tried to think of an answer. “W-We can do it in secret!” you blurted out and though you were unsure as to why those seemingly random words left your mouth, you hoped Tomura would agree to it.
After all, if he was so worried about being friends with anyone, a secret friendship could work out. “Secret? What do you mean secret!?” he questioned and you watched as his fingers twitched slightly.
Part of you wondered if his quirk brought him any pain, but you didn’t want to push your luck by asking another seemingly personal question. “Well…” you began as you brought your hands up and once more shyly pressed the tips of your fingers together.
“Maybe...we could meet every other day, somewhere you want and...play?” you suggested, though your words came off as more clueless than anything, and that caused Tomura to raise his eyebrow. “Are you guessing...what’s the point of guessing!?” you flinched and shook your head.
“I wasn’t guessing!” you stated in your defense. “I was...suggesting," you were unsure of how he’d react to your words or what actions set him off. Maybe too many words confused him or maybe when someone was unclear of their intentions towards him?
“Mm…” Tomura groaned and once again reached up to begin scratching his neck, you could see the red lines that were created just a few moments ago but you weren’t sure if you wished to stop him this time.
Instead, you allowed him to do as he wanted even if the urge to grab his wrists and pull them away was strong. “Fine!” he suddenly snapped before he lowered his hands, allowing them to smack against his thighs. Then he pointed to the ground.
“Meet here...tomorrow at 8 PM, you got that!?” it sounded more like an order than a friendly agreement and yet you found yourself nodding. “Okay,” you replied before Tomura turned and began to walk away. “Huh, wait! Where are you going?” you questioned.
Yet Tomura continued to walk away. “Master will be angry if I’m late for training, don’t forget our meeting,” why he felt the need to remind you yet again that you were supposed to meet him was strange. But you didn’t question it, rather you watched him disappear back into the building he had come from before you turned to leave.
Somehow you recognized how he was feeling, your parents at times subjected you to training and you always felt bad when you fell short of what they expected. Part of you wondered what they would think of your new friendship with Tomura.
But then again you did say it would be a secret friendship and as promised that’s exactly what it was. Despite it being difficult at times to sneak out of your house to meet Tomura who always seemed to prefer seeing you at night.
But it was nice to know you had someone to talk to and someone you could call your friend. Even if the two of you shared a dark secret that came back to haunt you just a few weeks into your friendship. Though Tomura had gotten used to you and your touch and the way you would cradle his hand.
He even let you guide him around and you were relieved at how well your friendship was blossoming. But since news of a missing child spread, the very same child that you watched Tomura turn to dust. A curfew was set for all children in the surrounding area.
If any children were caught roaming the streets after dark, they were to be escorted back home by a member of the police force. Yet for a while, you had managed to avoid such a thing happening. “Tomura...what if they find out!?” The question came one night after you two had almost been caught for the third time.
You knew your luck was eventually going to run out and if that happened. You could only imagine how disappointed your parents would feel. “The heroes can’t do anything…” he replied and at that moment you had believed him.
Considering you knew they could never actually find the missing child, the missing bully who was so cruel to you. But as you previously suspected, your luck ran out the day Tomura and yourself had agreed to meet at the nearby docks sometime after midnight.
The police seemed to be anticipating your arrival or maybe they were simply stationed there for another reason entirely. Either way, this is the very thing that ended your friendship with Tomura. When your parents found out about it, they blamed Tomura for the fact you willingly disobeyed them and broke curfew.
This prompted them to take drastic action and relocate from the seemingly dangerous town you had lived in your whole life. Luckily they never suspected you of having been a witness to what happened to that missing child.
But without so much as a goodbye, you were taken away from the only home you had ever known and the only true friend you ever had. It should go without saying that your parents expected you to follow the path of a hero.
While you weren’t opposed to doing so, you always seemed to stop yourself from reaching your full potential whenever you thought back to the first night you met Tomura. Could you honestly call yourself a hero if you had allowed someone to get murdered?
Despite the fact you were indeed getting bullied by them, still you somehow managed to graduate and become a semi-known hero. Though underground work was your specialty. The most recent of your accomplishments had caught the attention of the news.
Which was your single-handed capturing and arrest of a small group of individuals belonging to something called the Paranormal Liberation Front. “Hm, it’s nice to know what shit they put on TV these days,” Dabi grumbled as he tilted his head back and downed the last remaining bit of beer from his can.
The television displayed the short interview taken with you after the arrest was made and the reporter was asking you a few questions. “How’d they end up capturing all of them!? I bet they had help!” Himiko accused as she pointed at the television with an angry scowl across her face before she turned to Tomura.
“Right Shigaraki!?” she questioned, but it appeared the man was too focused on the television to answer. His eyes were wide as if he was surprised by what he was seeing, but such emotion was very rare coming from a man of Tomura’s stature.
“Huh?” Himiko blinked and watched as Tomura rose to his feet and walked up to the television. Dabi cocked his head to the side, taking note of Tomura’s strange behavior as well. “What’s the matter with ya?” he questioned in a snarky manner before waving his arm.
“You’re blocking the TV, move, why dontcha!?” he snapped, and while Tomura normally didn’t let any type of disrespect go without proper punishment. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. He stood there watching the digital image of you continue to talk.
‘Tell us Y/n what first inspired you to become a hero?’ the reporter held the microphone up to your mouth. Tomura continued to watch, feeling a strange sense of recognition as he looked at you. ‘Well...’ your voice echoed from the speakers of the television.
‘When I was a kid, I used to get bullied a lot. Then one day I squeezed through a broken fence while the bullies were still chasing me,’ the gears inside his mind continued to turn. Then a memory from when he was small began to surface.
‘I ended up running into another kid who lived in the neighborhood and in a way he was bullied too,’ Tomura tilted his head up, his eyes narrowing as he looked to the ceiling. “Bullied…” he repeated the word as his bangs slowly fell to caress the sides of his face.
His memory as of late seemed to be unlocked. Bringing back numerous long-forgotten moments from his early childhood and while he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to remember them. He raised his hands, his fingers straining as they curled inward.
“That’s right...they used to call me, heh, a freak…” a chuckle left his mouth as he kept his head tilted back, but he continued to listen. ‘But he saved me from those bullies and I haven’t forgotten that,’ you folded your hands in front of you and turned your attention to the ground.
Tomura missed the way you frowned before looking back at the camera. But he caught the sad undertone within the next words you spoke. ‘I never properly thanked him, but my family moved to another part of Japan and I never saw him again. But I think of him every day,’ you finished.
The sound of the reporter's laughter echoed before they proceeded to wrap the story up. “What the hell is wrong with ya?” Dabi’s voice came and it was clear he was slightly annoyed by Tomura’s antics, Himiko on the other hand seemed rather accepting.
“Ohhhh, do you know that hero Shigaraki!?” she questioned excitedly as she hopped to her feet and proceeded to bounce up and down. Tomura blinked and slowly lowered his head, then pointed at the television. Your image still remained on the screen as you waved goodbye to the viewers.
“Y/n…” he spoke your hero name as it was displayed on the bottom of the screen, catching the attention of both Himiko and Dabi. “Is our next target,” he declared before he turned to Dabi. “Figure out where that hero will be next,” he instructed, in turn causing Dabi to scoff.
“Why do I always get stuck with the lame work?” he questioned, but nonetheless would comply with Tomura’s wishes. Though you took your job as a hero seriously, that doesn't mean you didn't set time aside for yourself.
Though it was a little troublesome when you received attention as most people recognized you out of your hero costume. But that was alright. It had still been a pleasant day at the mall and you let out a sigh of relief as you placed your bags onto the floor and took a seat on the edge of the fountain.
The sound of the running water seemed to put you at ease as you glanced around and listened to the chatter as it filled the air. It was nice to see how busy the mall could get and how happy everyone seemed to be while in one another's company.
"Do you make that a habit?" came a high raspy voice that almost sounded familiar. “Huh?” you turned to look at the person that spoke. It was a man dressed in red shoes, dark pants, and a black hood that concealed his face.
But you could still make out the strands of silver wavy hair that hung down to frame the sides of that pale face and you noticed how severely chapped and scarred his lips were. However, you decided to keep such a comment to yourself and addressed his question.
“Make what into a habit?” more confusion washed over you as the man chuckled and proceeded to take the seat next to you. Though considering this was a public place, you couldn’t exactly tell him not to sit next to you.
But you still felt some unease and yet something seemed familiar about this man. But you assumed it was only due to the fact that he probably reminded you of someone you saw in one of the many crowds that often occurred after you finished saving the day.
You glanced at the man a moment more before looking ahead of you, mistakenly leaving yourself vulnerable. As soon as you felt three fingers grasp the back of your neck, an involuntary gasp escaped you. However, before you could turn your head, the man gave you a simple instruction.
“Keep looking forward,” he stated as his grip grew tighter and you could feel how his nails began to dig into your skin. “You know this reminds me of about a year or so ago when I was sitting here with one of those Yuuei brats…” the word left his mouth in a growl and you felt your heart begin to accelerate.
You had felt fear before. In fact, it was a normal part of your everyday hero work. Knowing that whenever you went on a mission or faced a dangerous villain, there was a possibility that you wouldn’t come back alive. But even so, you didn’t want to die here.
Not in public and not in front of all of these people. Your jaw clenched and you slowly glanced at him from the corner of your eye, catching a brief glimpse of a smile. 'Is he happy to be doing this!?' you frantically thought.
“Hopefully, you’re a little more cooperative than him. Now tell me something, hero…” you noticed how his voice softened, that previous anger from his memory of a Yuuei student gone for the moment. But you still debated about answering him.
“...What?” you replied, continuing to feel the pressure of those nails creating indents to the back of your neck. “Do you remember me?” he questioned and your body slightly jolted as you once more looked at him.
His hood was pulled back some and you could finally see his eyes which were colored red and had a severe amount of dried skin surrounding them. ‘Why is he asking if I remember him?' you thought, you certainly didn't recall meeting him before.
Then again, 'The...boy I met when I was small had red eyes too, but dark hair. Don't tell me...no, I refuse to believe that!’ Tomura must have sensed your realization. Even if you choose to deny it as many heroes in your position would. But that was just the nature of heroes, wasn’t it?
His fingers squeezed your neck, heroes never wanted to face the real problem until it was too late and yet they still got people gawking over them. “You already know what my quirk can do, don’t you?” your body stiffened as the image of that metal bar crumbling to dust came to mind.
“So I wouldn’t suggest trying to run now,” he leaned over, wanting to catch a glimpse of your terrified face, and boy, you didn’t disappoint. Your eyebrows were knit together, creating crease lines across your forehead and your eyes were full of confusion and fear.
Feeling rather satisfied with himself he leaned back with a content sigh, there was something so riveting knowing when you backed a hero into a corner with no escape. He brought his leg up, resting it across his opposite knee and you watched as he lightly swayed his foot almost as if he were listening to a catchy song.
“You know, I wasn’t sure at first,” you wanted to turn to look at him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move at the moment. Not with the continued pressure of those fingers on your neck, not knowing what he could do to you when all five fingers made contact with your skin.
“Why that image of you on television seemed so...familiar,” you could hear his voice heighten in pitch and he tilted his head towards the ceiling as another laugh escaped him. “That is until one of my lackeys dug up some information on you,” your eyes widened.
‘Lackeys?’ you thought. “Oh, I bet you didn’t even realize you had someone stalking you,” a twisted smirk appeared across his face as he leaned close to your ear and a shiver ran down your spine when you felt his hot breath. “Watching your every move,” God...were you really that blind or unaware?
He could have had this ‘lackey’ attack you or worse the people around you. “Oh and before you ask, yes...I know where you live,” that alone made your stomach drop, at any moment the ‘lackey’ or Tomura himself could have broken into your home and done God only knows what.
“Well anyways,” Tomura said as he leaned away from you and turned to look at the crowd that continued to chatter amongst themselves, completely unaware of the danger you were in or the potential danger they could be in. Society was stupid or at least in Tomura’s opinion it was.
“Then it hit me,” it was slightly amazing how he could go right back to the story as if he hadn’t told you something that could mentally scar you for life. “You’re that brat from my childhood.” Despite the word ‘brat’ coming out with yet another growl, he chuckled a few seconds later.
“The one who witnessed me kill that other kid, heh. Bet you never told anyone about that, huh? Guess even heroes can hold dark secrets,” another shiver ran down your spine and your hands tightened around the edge of the fountain.
Your vision blurred and you felt a wave of dizziness wash over you as your thoughts multiplied. For years you had been keeping that fact a secret and for one good reason. If you revealed what you allowed to happen as a young child, that you were a witness, an accessory to murder.
Your hero career as you knew it would be over, it wouldn’t matter to anyone that the incident occurred when you were only a child. Everyone would just ask why you didn't do anything, why you didn’t try to save someone from certain harm or death.
Did Tomura know that as well? The sound of his laughter seemed to bring you back out of your thoughts and you flinched when you noticed what he was doing. He was bent over, his hand still grasping the back of your neck, and a wicked smirk was on his face.
“Oh, you look horrified. Isn’t that funny? A hero who's afraid of a little murder, pff,” his smirk was quickly replaced with a present frown and an unamused expression played across his features. “Isn’t that what you’re good at?” his voice carried a certain tone to it, almost as if what he was stating was a known fact.
Maybe he was right in a sense, not all heroes were good. But they certainly weren’t murderers. Your nails dug into the concrete foundation of the fountain and you opened your mouth to speak. That is until you felt him press a fourth finger against your neck and you immediately froze.
“Oh? Were you about to say something?” he mocked. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of my quirk now,” once more your eyebrows came down and you weren’t sure what he was talking about. You did recall trying to hold his hand as a child, but once more you were in doubt that this is the monster that little boy grew up to be.
“Why don’t we take a little walk?” he suggested as he stood up and a cry left your lips as he proceeded to yank you up by the neck. You reached up, wrapping your fingers around his arm. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he warned as he looked down at you.
His red eyes now holding a dark appearance to them and that unamused expression was back on his face. “You try and pull my hand away and I’ll either disintegrate you or let go and you can watch me murder these innocent mall-goers,” well that made your choice clear.
Though you were angry and felt utterly defeated for having so carelessly found yourself in this situation. Maybe it was clear why you were in the lower ranks. “...fine,” you replied as you released your grip on his arm and yet again heard him chuckle.
“Wise choice, hero,” he stated before he began to drag you through the crowd. “Play nice and I’ll keep my word,” you weren’t even sure where he was guiding you. But part of you suspected he’d just take you to an empty field where he’d finish you off.
Instead, you found yourself being guided through the equally busy streets of Japan with nothing but the sound of silence between yourself and Tomura. That is until you finally came to a stop. “Hm…” it wasn’t hard to figure out you had stopped in front of some type of large business building.
“Detnerat Company?” you read the sign out loud, though it didn’t sound at all familiar to you. “Mhm,” Tomura responded with a nod, he had lowered his hood some time ago. Revealing his shoulder-length hair and some bandages that you assumed he got from some type of fight he was in.
But unlike when you were a child, you prevented yourself from asking about the origin of the bandages. Instead, you simply began to walk inside the building. Even with Tomura’s hand still grasping the back of your neck, everyone seemed to act as though everything was fine.
They greeted or bowed respectfully when Tomura came into view and for a moment, you didn’t want to believe he owned some type of business. But that seemed to be the only explanation as you two entered an elevator and you watched Tomura press the button to the executive floor.
Your hands curled into the front of your shirt as you felt the elevator begin to move, giving a soft ding with every floor it passed. You were slightly worried about what the top floor held and debated about the possibility of you getting ambushed.
Your neck pulsed and part of you wondered if Tomura’s hand was getting cramped from having kept his hold on you for the last hour or so. You slowly glanced at him and he still looked unamused with that present frown on his lips.
You stumbled some when the elevator finally came to a stop and hissed softly as Tomura just yanked you back towards him. You wanted to take your chances, reach up and attempt to yank his hand off your neck but when the elevator doors finally opened.
You found yourself being thrown forward. “Ah!” you stumbled over your own feet with your arms outstretched to attempt to cushion your fall. Your knees hit the floor first, followed by your hands that pulsed from the impact of trying to catch yourself.
Your hair was hanging in your face and you could hear Tomura step off the elevator which then closed. You remained on the floor, trying to gather if anyone else was present in the room. But you were only greeted with the sound and vision of Tomura walking past you.
“Get up already hero,” he stated as he walked over to the large set of windows that made up one of the walls of the room. Allowing him a view of the cityscape. You lifted your head, looking confused as you watched Tomura’s reflection in the glass.
It was a little unnerving to see those red pupils slowly move to look at you and more than likely from Tomura’s position, he could also see your reflection. “I said get up,” he repeated, the words coming out with a hiss and it was clear to you he was getting impatient.
You swallowed down your fear, why did he bring you all the way to the top floor only to release his hold on you? Maybe because there was only one logical way of escaping, you turned to look at the elevator from over your shoulder.
You also doubted your chances of actually trying to jump out of the window considering how high up you were. Maybe Tomura had already figured out he could effectively trap you in this room? Still, it would be dangerous to anger him and part of you still refused to come to terms with the fact this was the same boy you met all those years ago.
But somehow as you rose to your feet, you couldn’t help but picture that same little boy who stood on a balcony looking down at you. That same feeling of being small washed over you, Tomura was still looking down at you.
But as a hero, you were more than accustomed to playing the part you were assigned. Acting as though nothing could actually bring you down and it was those ‘acting’ skills that made you straighten out your posture which seemed to catch Tomura’s attention as he turned around to face you.
His eyes tracing you from head to toe as if trying to detect more weaknesses. You narrowed your eyes, trying to force yourself to be unshaken by the man. Funny, you never felt this way as a child. In fact, Tomura was the one person you enjoyed spending time with, regardless of your strange friendship.
The more peaceful moments of your childhood were spent conversing with Tomura in private with the darkness of the night covering you. Where no one could touch or bother you, much like now. “Huh?” you found your defensive stance fading when Tomura held his hand out to you.
No words exchanged, just his fingers flexing slightly as if motioning for you to take hold just like you did all those years ago. You latched onto your bottom lip and glanced up at Tomura, feeling a shiver course down your spine as you noticed his stare hadn’t averted from you.
“Take my hand!” he suddenly snapped which caused you to stumble back. His voice seemed to echo in the empty room and you could hear the glass bottles that lined the shelf on one side of the room rattle. “What?” the word involuntarily left your mouth, and in response, you could hear Tomura’s teeth scraping together.
Oh right...don’t want to anger him. You held your breath and with some uncertainty placed your hand in his, though you noticed how cold his hand was and the rough texture of his skin. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t afraid when all five of his fingers closed around the top of your hand.
But you didn’t have much time to think as you were forcefully pulled forward. You ended up smacking your chin into Tomura’s shoulder and your free hand pressed against his chest. You clenched your jaw, trying to prevent yourself from hissing as you felt Tomura’s grip tighten painfully around your hand.
His nails began to dig into the thin layer of skin that made up the top of your hand. If that wasn't any indication he was feeling angry, the three fingers that came to grasp your jaw were. A cry left your mouth as your head was painfully tilted up and you were forced to watch as Tomura leaned down to your height.
You could feel the dry strands that made up his hair caress your cheeks as he pressed his forehead against yours, making sure you couldn’t look away from him. A strange feeling came over you when you realized Tomura was enjoying inflicting this type of pain on you.
He knew his actions would cause both a painful and shy reaction in you. Despite the fact he was hurting you, the way your heart accelerated when he leaned close, made an affectionate gesture towards you was undeniable. Was there something wrong with you?
Another twisted smile came to Tomura’s face just before he spoke. “You’re just like her,” he stated as if you were supposed to know who he was speaking of. A soft hiss escaped you and your knees bent when that grip of his continued to tighten around your hand.
You could feel your bones creak and you wondered if he was planning on breaking them. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt. “What...what are you talking about?” you spoke from behind your clenched teeth, now feeling a sense of anger fill you as you glared at Tomura.
But he only seemed to be amused by this and leaned away from you, and in doing so, released his hold on your jaw. But you could feel the indents he made with his nails which pulsed softly, then that smile of his faded.
“I hate her,” he stated before he yanked your hand over his shoulder causing your chest to press against his in the process. One of your legs was raised, pressing against Tomura’s hip while the foot of your opposite leg just barely pressed against the floor.
Then he leaned down, though unlike before he didn’t feel the need to press his forehead against yours. Rather, he seemed too absorbed in his anger. “And I hate you,” he growled before violently shoving you away, and once more you found yourself stumbling before falling to the floor.
Your hand was now aching and you clasped it in your opposite palm, trying to rub it to ease the pain and discomfort that was currently pulsing through your bones. Jeez, just how hard did he squeeze it? Naturally, your fear was still present.
But your anger almost overpowered it as you glared at Tomura from your position on the floor and watched as he began to circle around you. It was almost impossible to follow his emotional pattern, he flipped between anger and happiness so quickly.
From sanity to insanity in the blink of an eye. Just what happened during those years you were away from each other? Had his father or ‘master’ as Tomura called him, damaged him this much? “You call yourself a hero in this twisted society, you enjoy that title. Don’t you?” he continued to walk around you, eyeing you like prey.
“But you’re no hero, are you?” Where was that question coming from? You continued to rub your sore hand, refusing to answer him. “I'm sure you’d never admit that because the truth is...if the rest of those ‘heroes’ found out what you did, what you allowed happen," he paused in front of you.
"You’d be considered the enemy, they’d turn on you so fast, wouldn’t they? A so-called member of their own kind,” he loomed over you, waiting for your response. A soft growl rumbled in your throat and you lowered your hands before cautiously standing on your feet.
“What are you talking about?” you hissed before pointing your finger at him. “What happened to you!? You weren’t like this when we were…” on second thought, was that even a valid argument? No one was like they were as a child, but a large part of you.
Maybe the hero inside of you wanted to know what Tomura had been through and if there was any way you could possibly save him. Some heroes still believed in ‘It’s never too late’ and sadly you were one of them. But in Tomura’s case, it might be a tricky and slippery slope.
“Heh,” he took a step towards you. “Isn’t it better to allow people to have the memory of you being a hero rather than learn just how heartless you are,” he questioned. “After all,” he tilted his head back and that smile on his face grew larger, almost psychotic.
“You are an accessory to murder,” yet another cry came when you found yourself suddenly being pulled forward thanks to Tomura’s fingers which were currently curled into the collar of your shirt. Your hands immediately reached up, grasping Tomura’s wrist.
But unlike you, the pressure of nails digging into flesh didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest. In fact, he continued speaking. “And what would people think of that, hm? Knowing the hero they look up to is nothing but a villain in disguise” you felt your throat go dry and your heart sunk in your chest.
Your face twisted in disbelief, your eyebrows were raised and your jaw hung open. Was this what checkmate felt like? You couldn’t deny he was right, your image would be ruined if word spread that you not only witnessed the murder of a child when you were small, but that you allowed it to happen.
That you indeed were an accessory to it. Your hero career would be tainted and yet, “Is that all you wanted to say to me?!” you snapped before taking a step back. Successfully yanking Tomura’s hand away from your shirt.
“That you’re only trying to blackmail me!?” Though not a terrible plan, it didn’t exactly seem like the evilest thing one could come up with, and yet it was effective enough to put your hero career on the line. “What do you want!?” you slapped your hands against your thighs, looking at Tomura with an expression between confused and angry.
“Hmph,” he glanced to the side, his lips now perched to one side. “You’re just like her,” he commented, repeating an earlier statement of his that seemed to confuse you all the more. “What…who are you talking about!?” you demanded but kept your distance from Tomura as he raised his hand and seemed dazed as he stared at his palm.
“Hana...always held my hand,” your head cocked to the side. “Hana?” you repeated, assuming she was another friend or perhaps someone from Tomura’s past that held some special type of significance to him. “...my sister,” he whispered as he lifted his head up and looked at you.
Once again he seemed to shift into some type of calm sanity. “She was never afraid to hold my hand either,” he stated before his eyes darkened, and that distant look was present in them once more. You take a step back, but Tomura only countered this move by continuing to walk forward.
Despite your commands of, “Stop!” he continued to force you into a corner. His hands slammed against the wall, one on each side of your head. “But she left,” he stated and somehow something finally seemed to click.
When you met Tomura, he was living with his ‘father’ and seemingly was an only child. Had his sister died, what about the rest of his family? Was that why he addressed his ‘father’ as ‘master’ because he wasn’t actually blood-related to the man?
So many questions filled your head, but none of them could actually escape due to the next set of words that left Tomura’s mouth. “But you won’t,” somehow you knew that wasn’t a threat, nor a command. It was a fact.
“After all,” he began, his voice sounding more chipper as he leaned away from you. “Isn’t that what old friends are for!? To keep secrets!?” he questioned as he turned to walk away from you with his hands folded behind his back.
“Of course, I’m sure hero society will be shocked when they find out you’re missing. But what’s one less hero anyway?” he said as he shrugged his shoulders and made his way to the array of glass bottles that were previously rattling due to the volume of his voice.
You remained against the wall and watched him pull out two glasses. “Kurogiri isn't here, so I suppose I’ll have to make the drinks myself,” he muttered and though you weren’t sure who ‘Kurogiri’ was, you assumed it was another member that made up Tomura’s group.
Still, you heard the soft ‘clinks’ of ice hit the glass before the sound of liquid followed. You slowly eased off the wall and watched as Tomura glanced over his shoulder at you, seemingly unbothered by the way you continued to stare at him.
“How about a toast to the now-former hero?” you knew by his tone that he was mocking you. But still, he turned around and raised a glass in the air. The ice swirled around the brown-tinted alcohol and you didn’t miss that smile of satisfaction that came to Tomura’s chapped lips.
“You’re going to stay here forever,” he commented just before he tilted his head back and proceeded to down the drink. Somehow, you knew he might be correct. But even so, you would figure out a way to save him and bring out that boy you used to know.
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I was thinking about different way the league could try to kidnap Katsuki and thought what if they just adopted him. Like got the paperwork filled it out (using an alias) and just battled the Bakugous for custody. Yeah, they're villians, but the paperwork checks out, and they can provide all necessary essentials, and maybe the Bakugous aren't the best parents.
This idea is extremely funny to me, and so I tried to think of a way it could work out that even kinda makes sense. After talking about it in the discord, I think I figured it out. (Set after USJ & sports festival, but pre-any kidnapping stuff)
We’re going to assume Bad Parents!Bakugous, with the situation being bad enough Katsuki is removed from their custody. The plan was for Aizawa / UA to take custody of him after that.
Only, there’s 1 tiny flaw in that plan. Katsuki’s quirk.
See, Katsuki’s quirk is considered a ‘dangerous’ quirk. 99% of the time this doesn’t matter, but there’s an old law regarding child custody that comes into play with dangerous quirks.
The law basically says that if a child has a ‘dangerous’ quirk, and their removed from their birth family’s custody, other relatives MUST be contacted to see if they are willing + capable of taking custody of the child. Even distant relatives.
Furthermore, if a relative wants the child (and passes a few other criteria), then they are all but guaranteed custody, even if there’s other circumstances that would usually prevent it. If the relative has a similar quirk to the child, that boosts their chances even further / offers extra protections.
The law was created during an earlier period of quirks, when ‘dangerous’ quirks were extremely hard to handle, and usually only family members with similar quirks could do it. It’s not a great law, but nobody’s gotten around to removing it since it doesn’t come into play often.
But of course, Katsuki isn’t so lucky. He has three relatives that have to be contacted and decline custody of him before Aizawa can claim it. He’s never met any of these people, has never had much contact with any extended family, but now he has to wait for them to say no before he can move on with this bullshit.
Two are easy enough, both are great uncles or something similar and live in assisted living facilities. Neither have the interest / capacity for Katsuki.
And then there’s Katsuki’s distant cousin on his dad’s side.
Honestly, it’s such bullshit. The guy went missing ages ago. His whole family was confirmed dead, but apparently the guy himself wasn’t, and since he’s still considered alive, they have to at least try to contact him.
A newspaper ad goes up for “Tenko Shimura”, there’s a 15 day waiting period while the ad runs, and then they should finally be free to move on.
Except, holy shit, turns out the guy isn’t actually dead.
He saw the newspaper ad, and actually calls in out of curiosity.
Katsuki is taken off guard and relieved, because the guy will say no, and then they can finish this, right?
Right?
Only, the guy doesn’t say no.
He doesn’t say yes either, but he asks to be put in contact with Katsuki so he can discuss it.
Katsuki is so done with all of this, but he agrees to talk to the guy hoping to convince him it’s fine for Aizawa / UA to take custody.
Tenko & Katsuki talk on the phone for an hour, and by the end of their first conversation, Tenko isn’t convinced it’s fine and now Katsuki isn’t either.
Because, fuck, the guy actually sounded nice. And nothing he said was wrong either. Tenko was worried about the sports festival (and Katsuki has to admit, hearing an adult express concern for him & tell him what happened to him was bad for the very first time took a weight off his shoulders he hadn’t known he was carrying), he was worried about how UA had handled him so far, and he was worried what would happen if Katsuki didn’t have any outside figures to turn to in the future.
Several long phone calls later, including one between Aizawa & Tenko, and it’s been decided. While Katsuki will be staying at UA and living primarily in the dorms set up for international students (since Tenko lives quite a ways away), custody of him will be going to Tenko.
Aizawa isn’t exactly happy about it, but that law gives Tenko the first claim, and he has to admit that Tenko raises quite a few good points. After having spoken to him at length, Aizawa feels like he has Katsuki’s best interests in mind too.
Paperwork goes through, things are set in motion, and in the meantime, Katsuki keeps calling / texting with Tenko, slowly growing closer to his cousin. Turns out the two have a lot in common.
Tenko also have family issues and was adopted, which is why he appeared to go “missing”. In reality he’s just been living under a different name. His quirk is apparently related to his hands and also considered ‘dangerous’ although he doesn’t like to discuss it, and he and Katsuki are both very blunt people, meaning they get along great.
Finally, everything is said and done, and Katsuki is going to go on a weekend trip up to where Tenko lives to meet him in person for the very first time. He’s given a train station and told he’ll be met there, and he’s honestly kinda excited for it.
Throughout the court case, Aizawa was the only one from UA allowed to have access to all the records / be in contact with Tenko. He couldn’t even discuss things with anyone else.
Now it’s all over though, he’s in the staff room and only half engaged in the current planning session. Mostly focused on his phone / checking in with Katsuki.
Mic teases him about being worried, and Aizawa just mumbles that he’s still kinda unsure of this ‘Shimura’ guy.
All-Might, who is also at this meeting, does a spit take.
It takes several seconds for him to regain himself.
He’s sure he must’ve just misheard though.
"Ah, I'm sorry, I just got confused about something for a moment. What did you say the name of Katsuki's new parent was again?"
“The guy’s legal name is Tenko Shimura, although he apparently stopped going by that awhile ago, which was why he came up as missing. He responded to a newspaper ad though and was able to verify his identity."
All-Might.exe has stopped working.
It has to be a coincidence. There's no way.
"Tenko... Shimura? His name, uh, well I used to know someone by that name. How old was he again? And why was he chosen?"
Aizawa is a little confused, but still not concerned, he just assumes All-Might happened to know the guy.
"He's 20, which is young to be taking on a kid, but he's properly prepared for. It was the quirk-relation law that set it in stone. Shimura is a distant cousin and has similar quirk to Katsuki, the specifics were a little hazy, but a dangerous hand-related quirk. Why?"
All-Might needs several seconds before he can speak.
“Tenko Shimura is Tomura Shigaraki.”
“... What?”
“Tenko Shimura, that was Tomura Shigaraki’s birth name. That’s- That’s him. There’s nobody else that could be.”
“WHAT?!”
Yeah, so they try to get in contact with Katsuki but it’s too late, Kurogiri already ‘picked him up’ and his phone is not working in the underground area he’s in.
Anyways, so Tomura introduces himself, and Katsuki spends awhile trying to fight him but not really getting anywhere until Tomura is finally able to convince him to let Tomura explain himself.
Katsuki is Upset, but also wants Answers.
Tomura reveals that he never lied, he was Tenko Shimura, and everything he told Katsuki was true. Truths were certainly omitted, but he never lied. And he has no bad intentions towards Katsuki.
He saw the newspaper ad, and having seen what happened at the sports festival, felt compelled to step in. He promises he just wants to be a good guardian.
And Katsuki does not want to believe that. He doesn’t.
Except, at the end of their scheduled time, Tomura just,,,, lets him go. No demands that Katsuki can’t tell anyone what happened, no threats, nothing.
Kurogiri just teleports him back out to some place near UA and bids him goodnight, very pleased to see Tomura taking this seriously & that he now has a grandchild.
Katsuki shows back up at UA, after 12 hours of them searching for him frantically, and he’s just as confused as they are.
Obviously, they try to remove custody from Tomura after that.
Problem: They can’t.
Between the bullshit law from before, and the fact Tomura has never actually been caught / arrested / charged with a crime, they legally cannot remove Katsuki from Tomura’s custody.
He would have to fail as a guardian for Katsuki in order for them to remove him. Until then, he’s got custody.
This is just something they’re going to have to live with.
Katsuki Is So Done.
When he goes into class on Monday, a very excited Kirishima greets him.
"So dude? How did visiting your cousin go? What was he like?"
"You know that guy who attacked us at USJ? The guy with the creepy hands who almost killed Aizawa?"
“... Uh, yeah?”
“Turns out that’s my cousin.”
"Oh my god! What the hell dude! Are you okay???"
“Unfortunately, yes.”
Welcome to the Katsuki Shimura AU, where Katsuki’s life is weird and Parent-Teacher conferences get fucking awkward.
#katsuki bakugou#tomura shigaraki#shouta aizawa#dadzawa#bnha crack#mha crack#kurogiri#bnha#mha#Katsuki Shimura AU#sif speaks#my headcanons#sif answers#Anonymous
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